Sunday, January 16, 2011

'The Rose is a Rose,
And was always a Rose,
But now the theory goes,
That the apple's a rose,
And the pear is, and so's
the plum I suppose,
Dear only knows,
What will next prove a Rose'

You of course are a Rose,
And may still stay a Rose,
If in the throes
Of vindictive prose
You retain that scent
That really shows
What really makes a rose
And unless I am blind
I do see a Rose
With thorns a-plenty
And a bud that froze
But for my the sake of my lows
Shed this winter ghost
And remain
A rose

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