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Young Writers Society


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While you ponder this, enjoy a poem:


Sick Rose, The (1794)
by William Blake

O Rose, thou art sick!
The invisible worm
That flies in the night,
In the howling storm,

Has found out thy bed
Of crimson joy:
And his dark secret love
Does thy life destroy.


Don't cry because it's over, smile because it happened.
— Dr. Seuss