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Won't you come into my garden?
I would like my roses to meet you.
~Richard B. Sheridan~
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I got a dozen roses
From a friend the other day,
But I only have one left,
For I gave them all away.
I gave one to my sister
Who to me is very dear,
In hopes that it would bring to her
A little floral cheer.
I took one to a friend
Who's not feeling very well,
The flower or the visit -
Which helped more, I could not tell.
One went to another friend
I haven't known for long,
She struggles, so in some small way
I hope it helps her carry on.
The rest went to the ones
Who've helped me in so many ways,
They have been a cheerful presence
On sad and dreary days.
The roses were so pretty
I just could not keep them all,
Except one single rosebud
Standing beautiful and tall.
My friend gave me those flowers
To help brighten up my day,
But the biggest joy I found in them
Was in giving them away!
~ Author Unknown ~
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