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| Behind A Yellow Rose by � coondogk9 Would he who walks behind the rose be of an opinion? Would then that means he carries one, per chance of a meeting. Or as in royalty where beds are lain before. The crushed scent under step wavers an allure. Or as I dare tell behind the bush secrets I�ll nay reveal. Of beauty blushed in sweet desire and sensuous appeal. Ah but for a moment my senses dwelled. Remembrances of the touch and fragrant ones I�ve held. The Masked Writer <o.-> <-.-> � 2002 T Lovett |