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When Roses Grow Thorns
Above the rest you grow
beautiful you must know
mature and compose
as time goes some doze
but never does my nose
my sweet smelling rose
i promised to be gentle
i stuck to my decree
as thorns grew through thee
thorns sticking onto me
i came to see it was not me....
but of cold and sleet
simply had you beat
wow. this is really pretty
wow. this is really pretty and amazing for your first poem. i love the way it sounds and flows:)
The Princess in Waiting