A wise man once told me
Every rose had its thorn
And for every thorn that pricks
A heart will break
And for every petal that falls
A tear will also fall
I've been pricked and lost
A lot of petals
But finally I found
My rose holds no thorns
THANKS LITTLE MAC FOR BEING MY ROSE THAT HOLDS NO THORNS. I LOVE YOU ALWAYS BODY, MIND, SOUL, AND SPIRIT!!!!!!!
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