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A furious wind whistles through the rocks
A rose petal of sorrow falls and rots.
It isn't that pretty, it is rather foul,
But the wise gardener buried it with his trowel.
Then the rotting petal made fertile the ground, and soon
The winter chills settled down.
When the next year came 'round, the rose grew strong and the gardener proved he
was not wrong.
The stronger rose stood up to the winds, all because the last year's petal of
sorrow made it sturdier within.
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