The Secret Rose

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    The Secret Rose

     There are times I still look across
    the street to stare at a rose that is

    still there to this very day since I planted it there
    it reminds me of happy times gone
    by though I will not forget those happy

     moments that I have shared with many
     people but there are sad moments to
    I put a rose there to remember the times

    I was in love times of sadness and of joy
    and even weird times and just times
    I liked to goof off with my friends

    but one memory is the most important of
     all I gave a rose to one girl I made her
    feel special several days later she died

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    Poetry is not an expression of the party line. It's that time of night, lying in bed, thinking what you really think, making the private world public, that's what the poet does.

    Allen Ginsberg (1926-1997) U.S. poet.

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