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Tag Archives: My Love is Like a Red Red Rose
After Reading Robert Burns
My love is like a red, red rose that blooms one day in spring; its beauty fills the world with awe and wonder, but the thing itself will fade and turn to seed bring forth some future flower and by … Continue reading
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