Not Worth Rose Thrips
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Rose thrips....
Dear Friends, just imagination not my life....
And in the morn creamy coffee
Sip, needing from my shoulders
Mountain to lift, where go_what do?
Now that our love bitters
Much like coffee that has grown cold
Tasteless, stale wanting to bale
Remember how it used to be
Oh! The tales I could tell
And in the morn creamy coffee
Sip, wash your kiss from lips
Cheating, lying was_is your game
Your love not worth rose thrips
Sponsor: Paula Swanson
Contest: And With A Sip
Rhyme done in Poulter's measure
Copyright © Sara Kendrick | Year Posted 2012
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