Even the sweetest love is rife with thorns,
their little pricks tear bitter then sweet;
Blooms open rich to life yet some do mourn;
past or present, we choose to inhale the treat.
(c) Debby Sorensen Carlson
6/13/2007
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Even the sweetest love is rife with thorns, their little pricks tear bitter then sweet; Blooms open rich to life yet some do mourn; past or present, we choose to inhale the treat.
(c) Debby Sorensen Carlson 6/13/2007 Please tell me what you thinkComments
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