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I kissed a rose this early morn…it was too beautiful to resist.
She reached out to me as I deep in thought nearly passed her by.
The first of her sisters to bloom
Her face graced me…a gift for this day.
The softness of her petals so like a baby’s skin,
Caressed my face as I breathed in her fragrant scent.
So I kissed her, not once, not twice but three times or more.
And continued on my walk having had a sweet visit with
Wisdom/God the fashioner of all.
Ellie
31. August 31, 2009
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