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From: eng50232@leonis.nus.sg (batman)
Subject: Re: a small red rose
Date: 1997/06/13
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	       :	Missing me one place search another,
               :	I stop some where waiting for you
							~Walt Whitman

 a falling beech leaf gave rise to this poem but i thought this
 last stanza could embrace my little flower on the cliff.

 somehow, i find a small flaw in doing so.
 the word 'stop' in last line seems to be out of place.

  anyway, i find it a great pleasure to read it aloud
   - take a little time though.