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10:52 p.m. - 2002-07-21
Crushed rose, underfoot

Is still a rose

Its fragrance fills the air

Beauty gone

Difficult to hold

Yet, its fragrance fills the air

Buffeted by storms, rain, hail

Blown by northern winds

No matter, mom is still a rose

And her fragrance fills my air


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