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Happy Birthday,
Darling!
One day--thinking
only of beauty--
the rose already
had been made;
followed by
poets who adorned them,
insuring they
would never fade--
so He thought...and
thought...
"for one
such as I, who spoke into
being blue of
the sky--how could
I ever rest,
until created, the
absolute best?"
By Joe DiMino who retains all rights.
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