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Poem Details
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| Title: | Sussex Rose |
| Author: | Anonymous |
| Date Submitted: | 3/4/2009 |
| Poem: |
Dead winter roses on the floor Two hours sleep Wrestled the truth from me again The dirty little secret Now I''m smiling to forget Was it telling the truth or sabotage? Sabotage sounds best We talked too fast We repeated ourselves We slept too little We got along Nothing ever seemed wrong Sabotage was the only out Eventually, insanity would appear Probably mine I’ll sleep this off It was nice not to be alone While it lasted Maybe a Sussex rose Will appear in spring No one ever knows... |