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Thursday, November 22, 2007

My Honey Suckle Rose My Honey Suckle Rose, How sweet you are to my nose, Tenderly seeking the softness of your petals, As I picked you from the meadows. Looking at you with my eyes, My heart begins to rise, Carefully walking as not to stumble, So I may be so gently humble. Then the wind takes you... Sign in to see full entry.

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