HAPPY 100th BIRTHDAY, ROSE FLORENCE MARIE!
Rose, you bloomed so sweetly in the summertime;
All the sun's warm light and all the rain's bright gleam
Gathered there in you.
You were bright in the afternoon, but the morning
Had seen you cry.
The dewy tears you wept were shed for me.
You knew my heart would break
When you were gone.
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