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Red Red Rose

July 22, 2006

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O my love's like a red, red rose
That's newly sprung in June;
O my love's like the melodie
That's sweetly play'd in tune

~ Robert Burns

'Twas the first poem I nervously recited while Eddie Gainey and Timmy Hatmaker snickered in the back of the room ~ their mocking gestures of comical Shakepearean actors causing me to stammer ~ blood rippling through my face and cheeks, I stood crimson-touched in Mrs. Waters class, blushing like a rose petal. It was 8th grade English class and for whatever reason, I thought Robert Burns was all that.


{another pretty pic from Dumbarton Oaks Rose Garden}

Posted by susan at July 22, 2006 02:05 PM

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Just beautiful Susan - it looks like it's lit from inside.

Posted by: Cathy at July 22, 2006 04:43 PM

Lovely............just like you.

I seem to remember you coming home from school a tad discusted at the male race that day.

Posted by: janet at July 22, 2006 06:13 PM

Oh yes.. it was the first of many times I came home from school thoroughly disgusted with boys... until joey the basketball player was enrolled in my science class, was that the following year?

;-)

Ha... funny mom.

Posted by: susan at July 22, 2006 06:16 PM

Besides, Robert Burns IS all that...

eB

Posted by: eB at July 23, 2006 10:04 AM

I'm impressed that you remember their full names. Now they are going to Google themselves and find your blog. Tee hee.

Posted by: Lynn at July 23, 2006 12:39 PM

luscious!

Posted by: Kim Carney at July 27, 2006 02:40 AM