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One Rose

 

 

ONE ROSE

 

I rose one mourning

too the sounds

of flailing waters

on the edge

of the water gouged well

 

From there it declined

down to the Bally\'s

where no love 

sake for money grows

 

The skies have no laments

The Earth no girt

The rocks pebble down

into Pisces of thoughts

 

For even they

turn to dust