Thorns Behind Fine Roses
Thorns behind fine roses,
The ache of hearts that bleed;
Deceit beneath pretty faces,
Far from suspicion indeed...
Yet, such ought to be feared
(Even the cutest little one),
Full of immense beauty and con!
Thorns behind fine roses,
A sparkling dose of cyanide;
Best pretenders in most cases,
In them the worst ill reside...
Oh, such ought to be feared
(If you ever come across one),
Full of false innocence and con!
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