Roses paint their ointment….

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Roses paint their ointment

over the soiled pus when

We struggle with rubble

They also understand rust

And its debilitating rages

They glisten under grease

And gnawing stalwarts of

Stupidity and creepiness


Roses stand strong under

Bad weather and crumbling

Ramparts of our resilience

They often offer the only

Simple solution to try out

Which is to be as gracious

As we can under the crash!


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