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A red rose am not Yellow, pink nor white My color is lost in between Different shades in tone But a rose I still am Still beautiful to behold Dressed up in a knot You brought the likes of me Across from various gardens You sorted us out Branded us with your stamps Held us up for sale And the highest bidder won us We were torn away from families Strangers became family It didn’t matter our garden of origin We had been arranged together Each according to its looks Beauty, strength, height and only God knows what Hewed from my beautiful home A spectacle you made me to be You chose where I lay What view I could have When I could be nourished As we got spent and faded You cut us up Others you hung up But remember we were beautiful Once in our own garden.

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Date: 1/27/2023 12:29:00 PM
A lovely write. I love pink roses the best. I wish you would write more. Have a blessed day/weekend..............
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