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My Pretty Rose Tree
A flower was offered to me:
Such a flower as May never bore.
But I said "I've a Pretty Rose-tree",
And I passed the sweet flower o'er.
Then I went to my Pretty Rose-tree:
To tend her by day and by night.
But my Rose turn'd away with jealousy:
And her thorns were my only delight. |
| William Blake |
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| Name: Ricardo | 2013-02-21 |
| Instead of looking at it as ginvig something away freely I prefer to think that I am doing two things; getting my name out there (HI!) and supporting the literary scene that I love. Wouldn't you hate it if all the little indie mags fell apart because writers stop submitting to non-paying markets? Me too. |
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