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12 Red Roses
I picked one rose and cried a tear, It reminded me of you when you once were near. I picked another,and of course it was red, Things that you said went through my head. The third rose was stunning ,and stood so strong, Put the three together,in the words of a song. The fourth rose was shinning, you could see it from here, Put the four together,and wish i were there. The fifth rose was sad as it drooped a little, So i moved it in closer, to the middle. The six rose said i can help number five, By teaching him how we all can survive. The seventh rose had a long and thorny shaft, It had to be cut , so it would last. The eight rose smelled like the summer air, They sell bunches of eight at the summer fair. The ninth rose said hey, don't forget about me, Just because you have alligeries and i make you sneeze. The tenth rose was happy to go with the bunch, He dident want to end up ,about to be crunched. The eleventh rose snuggled into the crowd, Saying hey look at me ,im strong and proud. The twelveth rose came in at the top of the pick, Saying im the greatest because i look so slick. Now that i have all twelve together, Im going to add in a bunch of feathers. Send them to you on wings of a Dove, So that you will always remember that you are loved.
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