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How now the rose in red and pink and white its petals soft as blades of metal melting in the noontime rays and frosted cold again at night. How now the rose in sharpened thorns its underlying nature warns that beauty holds itself above proximity: a 'Do Not Touch' sign on its stem that, unconsidered, wreaks revenge on those whose jealousy condemns… Screaming baby in a café, a mewling child that will be wild in its persistence to inflict its misery upon the ear. Its times like this I get too near to kids to ever want to be parental. On the verge of going mental, shrieking spikes and lacerations ruining my concentration. Over there another angled child was dangled from a chair aware of crying in the air. And walked away from mother's smile to pass one on to the screaming child who seeing some consideration stopped its wailing emulation of tanks on slopes with failing brakes. That other kid had what it takes as we all like to think we do but we just sit and let it pass. While this bright kid got of its ass and made the difference for us all just by being natural. I doubt that kiddy's name was Rose, it was probably something like Brian, but it knew what to do. The instinctive approach and somehow it stopped the kid crying.
