Roses

Roses are red
I’m easily led
Up your garden path.
Violets are blue
I dream of you
And your little laugh.
Peony’s are pink
Whatever you may think
Do not dwell on the past.
Because roses are red
Let’s jump into bed
And dream of cherry blossom at last.

MUDCROW
1999.



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