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Date Posted:22:01:20 10/07/01 Sun Author Host/IP: pm3-1-scrn-102.satelephone.com/63.85.22.102
The promise of primrose day
Filled with thorny protrusions
Between smooth green stem
Lies a path of ill born illusion
Where the dreams of primrose
Rest solely between her thorns
And luckless pricked fingers
Lead to angry words now sworn
Yet the primrose is silent
Choosing not even to hear
Her thorns ever protecting
A promise thus held so dear
The primrose day grows short
Her thorns dripping of red
Countless pricked fingers
Trying only to get ahead