Rose
Rose is a strange flower,
it is so beautiful to watch,
it is so colored,
that you feel there is hardly a match,
its petals are so soft,
that it gets nostrils on upper loft,
its fragrance is so uncommon,
that all other flowers,
appear to smell about the same,
why after all,
such an object,
ever got the security,
of those hundred thorns,
that keep its vigil and watch,
could we by genetic process,
develop a rose,
that has no thorns,
or softer ones,
which makes it more accessible,
if we could,
then perhaps rose would not be rose.
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