Gather ye rosebuds while ye may,
Old Time is still a-flying;
And this same flower that smiles today,
Tomorrow will be dying.
Robert Herrick 1591 - 1674
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Each year I find it difficult to throw away
the rosebuds from the last day of school.
They dry to a elegant reminder of a happy day.
Tuesday, 14 July 2009
A red, red rose
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