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Pippin
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The rose in the garden slipped her bud and laughed in the pride of her youthful blood..............
He is old so old he soon must die'
I read the poem in primary school and have never found it again.
the gardener cares for the rose but it ages and dies and he lives on.
He is old so old he soon must die'
I read the poem in primary school and have never found it again.
the gardener cares for the rose but it ages and dies and he lives on.