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    Dorothy Parker - One Perfect Rose

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    Dorothy Parker reads her poem One Perfect Rose

    One Perfect Rose
    by Dorothy Parker (1893-1967)

    A single flow'r he sent me, since we met.
    All tenderly his messenger he chose;
    Deep-hearted, pure, with scented dew still wet —
    One perfect rose.

    I knew the language of the floweret;
    "My fragile leaves," it said, "his heart enclose."
    Love long has taken for his amulet
    One perfect rose.

    Why is it no one ever sent me yet
    One perfect limousine, do you suppose?
    Ah no, it's always just my luck to get
    One perfect rose.