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Roses

Roses are red violets are blue that has nothing to do with what a rose can see hear. And do.roses take there own course of action they grow when they want and when the weather's bright were.and they grow purposely in spots that make them useful once upon a time a boy sat under a tree with a troublesome look about to tell his girlfriend he'd forgot her anniversary the rose heard a desire and appeared beside him and saved the day roses also know we're not be and how not to be plucked they don't grow near children or dogs or field mice and if they should they grow with. Thorns to leave a gentle but firm warning to be nice when a rose dies the roses mourn they surround there fallen brother or sister and cover him like a grave. They always leave a gift behind as well in beauty in the beast the rose died but the gift was bells ability to see past a frightening beast Roses talk to one another about the world they inhabit. In fact they never stop wanting to see all they can they do not envy the animal or the man they've seen bloodshed to much.they love being roses just like you love to be you

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