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Wee Mary made some perfume with some roses from the glen
Shook in a jar of water, whipped and mashed and shook again
She dabbed some here and there, to wrist and neck and in her hair
And people smiled and sniffed the whiffs of roses in the air

She sat her prize upon the ground to play upon a swing
A neighbour's kid did spy it thinking, what a pretty thing
She picked it up, and opened it, and spilt it in a flood
and mingled it with earth to make a rosy perfumed mud


...3 years later

The neighbour's kid made perfume with the roses from the glen
Shook in a jar of water, whipped and mashed and shook again
She dabbed some here and there, to wrist and neck and in her hair
And people smiled and sniffed the whiffs of roses in the air

She sat her prize upon the ground to play upon a swing
Wee Mary came along, and saw, and knew, that pretty thing
She picked it up, took off the top, and put some in her hair
and gave it back to the neighbour's kid... with roses in the air

Nice poetry, got a flag from me, but.....

Your third entry should twist our hearts around. The forgiveness and reconciliation contest entries should have some sort of relation to hurt, pain, conflict with others, or suffering, and how you personally dealt with it, or perhaps what your idea of what that should be. Wee Mary has experienced a trauma in her past? Let's hear about that.