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One Little Rose
From the garden of a friend
Than to have the choicest flowers
When my stay on earth must end
In kindness said to me
Than flattery when my heart is still
And life has ceased to be
From friends I know are true
Than tears shed round my casket
When this world I've bid adieu
Whether pink, or white, or red
I'd rather have one blossom now
Than a truck load when I'm dead
Author ~ Unknown ~
Thank you "William" for sharing this with me.
