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Saturday, October 2, 2010 { 8:16 AM }

Little Prince to the garden of roses
you are like my fox when i first met him
he was just a fox like a hundred thousand other foxes
but i made him my friend and now he is unique in the world

the roses were greatly embarrassed
you are beautiful but you are empty
one cannot die for you.
to be sure an ordinary passer by would believe
that my very own rose looked just like you
but she is far more important than any of you
because she is the one have watered
and it is she i have placed under a glass dome
and it is she i sheltered behind a screen
and it is for her i have killed the caterpillars
and it is she i have listened to complaining or boasting
or sometimes remaining silent
because she is my rose