A rose, so elegantly curved
To bend the mind and soul
To speak a quiet word
That will once be heard by all
Today we are not so tall
Although short the distance may seem
To the great O joyous ball
That once had come by dream
Bursting by the seams
Are these emotions felt on high
For little are those kings
That will one day later die
These golden rings soon gone by time
If soon is said correct
Will perish with a boom and hiss
In an unheard dialect
No way a kiss to those who wish
To live another day
A blackened platter, a warm served dish
To end all, gloom and gay
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PoetryI'm late, I'm late, no time to say hello, goodbye, I'm late, I'm late, I'm late
