![White Violet](https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqcE-wW_2HdkVDmG3oeLwLVPshE_IekfKFkEyop3wRJ9GIXvpZSYkWSs-OIHo6Y0gGHAlGOAMfG3I6d82FA0nUZjvIlZEQ9M_ILzCcPo5gzzPXS-dCQZOmZ7IJgbUPh1i_pcU9Dg/s400/whiteviolet1.jpg)
Dorothy Parker was my childhood idol, which perhaps tells you more about me than I would willingly reveal. I never see violets without thinking of her poem:
Sweet Violets You are brief and frail and blue-- Little sisters, I am too. You are Heaven's masterpieces-- Little loves, the likeness ceases.
![Another White Violet](https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifzo_LunpaqdgcTvVY1uy4JM6eFOHmQG79gYTdcwaeXyBowoCxsvOkwCoxmcpyl8Whn21MH22nyfrs_kFo5oskr1RW3fHw6kIqN_aKqBzN4S5ZC7Q0yipJM4jH9FOYUUbnDYX3UA/s400/whiteviolet_close.jpg)
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Wicked poem for some lovely flowers.
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