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The Virgin White Rose
 
Her beauty stands tall
high above her thorns

Her fragrance a delight
an aroma the nose adores

Her purness stands out
in colors amoungst her family

A joy in the eye of a human
with her color standing freely

She never asks for much
just water and a space to grow

As she flourishes her beauty
the virgin white rose

By George_Martin

© 2014 George_Martin (All rights reserved)

 

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