
If roses ever sat down to write
A Bestseller, or even smarter
Those Mills & Boons rubbish
They could take over the whole

Market within seconds as calmly
They pen the tales of all the silly

Hearts that swoon over them
But roses being just roses they
Have far better things to do so
They decide to feed the sunken

souls They find and fill up the
holes from where hope has fled!

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