Roses and Thorns
Beauty guarded by a thorn
Pluck it and you risk your finger torn
If on looks you take a chance
You may lead a painful dance
The bloom may be a quiet rose
But still it lingers on the nose
Beauty guarded by a thorn
Pluck it and risk your finger torn..
Copyright © Barbara Gorelick | Year Posted 2013
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