Ode To Rose Annie
------------------stephaniepope

Rose Annie is a darling thing
Born to me before the spring
Now I can hear the robin sing
"Rose Annie, I love you."

Rose Annie always likes to play
Upon a swing of silver grey
And, no one else quite has that way
"Rose Annie, I love you."

Rose Annie through me does unfurl
With eyes of gold and hair of curl
With teeth so white so like a pearl,
"Rose Annie, I love you."


----------------from Like A Woman Falling
poem

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