The Whispering Rose
By Arvil Jones, Ph.D.
The aged but gifted poet
From a far and distant time
Strolled sad and slow through flowering fields
He was searching for a rhyme
The words will surely come he mused
Yet many years ha...
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Two Trees
Look there my love, in the midst of the garden, two trees stand side by side,
But may we eat of both of them, and under their shade abide?
Nay my love, of this one tree, we may neither eat nor touch,
Do you not remember...
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