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BEFORE

BEFORE DAWN ROSE TO BECOME SUNRISE, A LITTLE BEHIND THE MORNING STAR BEFORE IT BEGAN TO WINK AT YOU FROM UP THERE, THAT NEW ROSE OPENED UP, PETAL BY PETAL AND IN BETWEEN THORNS SHARP AND GREEN STEM ALL WET WITH DEW BEFORE THAT WHITE ROSE, SO TRUE TO COLOR, COULD HAVE BEEN IVORY PORCELAIN.  MY MOMMA JUST APPEARED, BEFORE MY EYES SAW MY WHITE ROSE THAT AROSE BEFORE MY EYES!  STRONG BUFFALO