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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=570875" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Rose Of London</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">She now lays in the cemetery though life for her was hell<br>And her life a tragic story though that story I must tell<br>She migrated to here from London in nineteen fifty two<br>When she was only twenty brown haired with eyes of blue.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">She was known as Rose of London Rosemary was her name<br>A car accident in her early fifties had left her slightly lame<br>And in that tragic accident her husband Jim and their daughter died<br>Her happy life until then by cruel fate was destroyed.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Her husband Jim was fifty two and Ann their only child was twenty three<br>But Rosemary put her misfortune behind her and she overcame her tragedy<br>And she soldiered on bravely though her cross heavy to bear<br>Still the broken dreams of her life even time could not repair.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I often see her at the superstore she always wore the brightest clothes<br>Her silver hair and lovely face she did look like a rose<br>With her beautiful cockney accent she was cheerful and free of guile<br>And she would win the heart of Satan with the warmth of her smile.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">In her battle with cancer poor Rose did not win through<br>Still she was a noble person and her equals all too few<br>Pre-deceased by her nearest and her dearest she battled on till the end<br>She was loved by many people and I miss her as a friend.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">A kind hearted cockney lady and she wore the brightest clothes<br>She was known as Rose of London and she surely was a rose<br>She lost her nearest and her dearest and her's was a painful end<br>But she was admired by many and I loved her as a friend.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Francis+Duggan">Francis Duggan</a><div class=q>
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She migrated to here from London in nineteen fifty two
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