This poem is for a girl, my best friend who lost her dad. She loves white roses and I wrote this poem for her.
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A single cut,
Is three
On me.
A white rose,
Is an
Angel wing
To you,
An burned rag
Is a burned towel
On me,
An red rose,
Is your love
To him,
I am happy to see you,
Not so sappy,
A single bird to me,
Is a flock to you,
You are my best friend and
I will do anything for you.
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I don't know why, but I loved it. Some doesn't make since and I can't help it. I just thought about her and I had this in my mind. She lost her dad in an airplane crash, three days ago. She shuts her self up, because she is an daddy's girl. She has two brothers who right poems. I will make three more tomorrow. So I better sleep.
