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A Rose without a thorn
I knew a rose without a thorn,
The rarest bloom that grows
She blossomed, briefly, beautifully,
Right there beneath my nose.
I fear that I will never see
Another bloom as fair,
Except in memory, ever green,
Her fragrance lingers there
poem
by
John F. McCullagh
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