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Rated: E · Poetry · Friendship · #2197110
To my best friend, Rose, who is attending graduate school for her degree in epidemiology.
I know a girl—her name is Rose.
    She has long hair that’s thick and dark,
and big, green eyes like no one knows;
    and she can sing just like a lark.

She loves to read, and is well-read:
    she’s a genius, and knows a lot—
in truth, there’s so much in her head
    to figure out than just let rot.

Glad to say she’s now a student
    enrolled in classes at a college:—
how wonderful, how elegant
    that she attends a place of knowledge!

'Ere long, she’ll graduate with honors
    and "summa cum laude" distinction
with a master’s conferred upon her
    to pursue disease intervention.

In all this time, I’ll support her
    and be the best friend that she needs;
I’ll be there to urge and exhort her,
    to guide her from life's baleful "weeds."
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