English RoseA Poem by Mike Michaels
Sturdy stock, survivor she
Shows us beauty, petals round Young mrn courting each layer Across the isle Welch sing, say Ehe is harmony and gentle touch Calling her children, lovely voice Channel, White Cliffs, brilliant Enters lives that wonder and wait.
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Added on January 27, 2024 Last Updated on January 27, 2024 Author
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