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Poetry

written in love as a declatory jest to accompany a yellow rose but never delivered because not wanted it emerged at the age of twenty-seven

you suppose

that I chose

to propose

the rose

to you?

 

you suppose –

but suppose

that the rose

chose

to propose me

and froze my nose

in a scent of such a key

that I could not but

enclose

the rose

in the pose

you now see

you see

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