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[bodytext] => She is like a fragile bird Whose wings are badly bent. That’s caught within the thickets, Her strength is almost spent. She is like a petal, Still clinging to the rose. Who sways in all directions, That each wind happens to blow. She is like a tinkling glass, Half full and yet half gone. Who wants to live forever, Yet wishes life be done. She does not see her value. Yet this treasured prize is mine. Her worth above all measure, Today and for all time. robertburns2@mac.com [comments] => 4 [counter] => 152 [topic] => 2 [informant] => robert_edgar_burns [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => LovePoetry )
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