A short rose bloomed in perfect bluebut no one saw its perfect hue.
The blue rose cried: can beauty be
if no one is here to see?
But no one heard the blue rose call
Are not blue roses like us all?
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- Hardshot: Even Tombstones Die
- Hardshot: A Poor Old Wise Man
- Highshot: Fame
- Luckyshot: Lady Luck
- Hipshot: Believing Your Eyes
- Luckyshot: Lost Dog
- Freeshot: The Story of the Broken Mirror
- Jumpshot: The Story of the Spider and the Bee
- Freeshot: Pretty Books
- Foulshot: Perfect Blue
- Hookshot: Daddy
- Crackshot: A Little Harm
- Trickshot: Pay My Fee
- Buckshot: The Goddess of War
- Hipshot: An Epigram, To Marry or to Mary Not?
- Hotshot: A skater floats through the tube toward ...
- Snapshot: The Dink Mona Lisa
- A Potshot
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