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From: jgilbertjx@aol.com (JGilbertJX)
Subject: Re: Rose search
Date: 1996/10/10
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>Wow.. somebody should make a song out of that.. maybe Bette Midler could
>sing? :)
>                                 -J
> 
>On 4 Oct 1996, Andrew Sadler wrote:

>> A nice poem I found...
>> -----------------------
>>        .     .
>>    ...  :``..':              Some say love it is the river
>>     : ````.'   :''::'           that drowns the tender reed.
>>   ..:..  :     .'' :         Some say love it is a razor
>> ``.    `:    .'     :           that leaves your soul to bleed.
>>    :    :   :        :       Some say love it is a hunger
>>     :   :   :         :         an endless aching need.
>>     :    :   :        :      I say love it is a flower
>>      :    :   :..''''``::.      and you, its only seed.
>>       : ...:..'     .''
>>       .'   .'  .::::'        It's the heart afraid of breaking
>>      :..'''``:::::::            that never learns to dance.
>>      '         `::::         It's the dream afraid of waking
>>                  `::.           that never takes the chance.
>>                   `::        It's the one who won't be taken
>>                    :::.         who cannot seem to give,
>>         ..:```.:'`. ::'`.    and the soul afraid of dying
>>       ..'      `:.: ::          that never learns to live.
>>      .:        .:``:::
>>      .:    ..''     :::      When the night has been too lonely
>>       : .''          ::         and the road has been too long,
>>        :             ::      and you think that love is only
>>                       :         for the lucky and the strong,
>>                        :     just remember in the winter
>>                                 far beneath the bitter snows
>>                              lies the seed
>>                              that with the sun's love in the spring
>>                              becomes the rose.....                

SURPRISE, SURPRISE,SURPRISE.  The song is called The Rose.  it was done
several years ago.  :)