English Yellow Rose
Born and raised in the middle of Bristol,
a yellow rose grew up strong but wistful.
In the middle of an English garden she grew up.
Amongst the grass, not far from a country club.
Soon in life she found herself alone, with her troubles walking around on her own.
She stood up in that garden
with a new rosebud to feed,
She had to show her spines,
the other face to be harden.
That English yellow rose needs to be cut from her roots
to keep on flourishing again
in a new beginning.
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