|
|
Blue Rose |
![]() |
|
There is nothing like a blue rose, So precious and unique. No flower's beauty can compare, Or scent that smells as sweet. You cannot pick her in the field, Though she is but different, When I find my blue rose, |
||
|
Copyright © 1998, Alex Taylor. All rights reserved. Unauthorized use, duplication or distribution without the express written or PGP-signed electronic consent of the author is prohibited. |
||