As I was
Watching
The unfurling
Of the rose
I slid into
A slumping
Repose
And my eyelids
Did themselves
Appose
And very soon
Began to close
And yet still worse
That I wished
To compose
That poetry
Turned
Into prose
Watching
The unfurling
Of the rose
I slid into
A slumping
Repose
And my eyelids
Did themselves
Appose
And very soon
Began to close
And yet still worse
That I wished
To compose
That poetry
Turned
Into prose
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