Smell the Rose when May is here
Anna calls to take off the day
Because it is the last of May
She must go out to the garden
To smell the May rose. Pardon?
Are there any pardenable reasons?
“May is here every year, don’t you hear
Chinese roses blossom in all seasons...”
“But this year’s never, and I might not be here...”
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Author:
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