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I made you a fruit basket,
put together with lots of love,
bananas, apples and oranges
and a prayer to God above.

In my prayer I gave thanks
for the beauty of it all,
when you were feeling ill
there came a special call.

My gift fits any occasion
or holiday with style,
it has more meaning to it
when it brings a warm smile.

Its basket was made with love
and the fruit was specially grown,
it has a wonderful taste,
as a healthy snack it's known.

A part of God's creations
that has place all over the earth,
a simple basket of fruit
is of a glorious worth.

Give the gift of happiness
to your family and friends,
even the smallest basket of fruit
can bring about amends.

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The Sick Rose by William Blake - Poetry Reading

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EVERY ROSE HAS A THORN BY DANIEL P MARTIN

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EVERY ROSE HAS A THORN BY DANIEL P MARTIN

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The beauty of a Rose, its pure innocence,
The glee it brings when it’s greatness is gifted.
The heart of the beholder filled with wonder,
The senses are taken and one by one are lifted.

The eyes compare this single and individual flower,
To other types, different kinds and breeds.
By far it exceeds its expectations, its presence causes delight,
By comparison other flowers are weeds.

The nostrils take in this pleasing aroma,
The smell of perfection oozes even from its very name.
The inhaled pollen gently nests inside the smeller;
The Rose and the lover become indistinguishably the same.

But alas, perfection, beauty, love, all only mask what is hidden below, A secret that must remain.
The reality of the Rose shows a sorrowful being,
Saddened by its curse, the potential to cause great pain.

The happiness and the joy, the eternal unquestioning love,
The Rose can turn all this to scorn.
The beautiful creation, the sad and scared soul,
Only too aware of the truth; Every Rose has a Thorn.

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