The Faded Rose
The park bench was deserted as I sat down to read,
beneath the long, branches of an old willow tree.
Disillusioned by life with good reason to frown,
for the world was intent on dragging me down.
And if that weren't enough to ruin my day,
a little boy approached me, all tired from play.
He stood right before me with his head tilted down
and said with excitement, "Hey!...
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