While walking by a fence one day,
I saw some roses start to sway
As summer breezes blew our way
Beneath blue skies without clouds.
The breezes caused red roses to
Dance and curtsy, as dancers do,
Do swings and sways and then do bows
Under summer’s warming sun.
I stood, for some time, watching them,
Very pleased at their fenced in dance,
As they...
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