I Gave Her A Rose And This Is What She Said

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I gave her a rose

And then it was midnight

This is what she said:

There was a little girl cologne

that still lurks in my memory.
A rose seldom translates from

fresh reality to artificial perfume.
 

 But this rose while beautiful in itself,

its scent, had the power
to revive the lost charm

of the innocent.

© Mrs. Oliverio (3x)

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