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“Yon rosebuds in the morning-dew, how pure amang the green.” Robert Burns
I Put My Book Down
She came through the open door
dancing with abandon,
and unfurling bud my rose whose
delicate, wet, pink folds captivated
all my senses and I put my book down.
©Paul Vincent Cannon
Paul, pvcann.com
Such a lot between and beneath those lines 🙂
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Well and truly Chris, and thank you 🙂
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How wonderful!
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A rose by any other name, thank you VJ.
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Beautiful photo and words
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Thank you very much Cheryl.
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A very image-provoking poem! 🙂 Nice picture to go with it too.
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Thank you so much, yes, sometimes I think word play in understating works better than blunt. 🙂
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I thought that she came in through the bathroom window.
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This one forgot her silver spoon 🙂 Lol, nice connect.
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Oh, yes, yes, yes!
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🙂 You like gardening? 🙂
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The only case you can put down a book. 😉 Love it, Paul! Romance meets real life. 🙂 Michael
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Absolutely Michael 🙂
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:-))
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Perfect!! I bet you did …
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Dropped really 🙂 thank you Victoria 🙂
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😂😂👌
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🙂
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Reblogged this on The Reluctant Poet.
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This was where I was supposed to say – a gardening poem 🙂
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