A Rose Rose:

by Scott Cole   May 6, 2017


A rose colored rose
Purest there is,
Prize to all green thumbs
More refreshing than soda fizz.

A breath of fresh air
With hints of aromas,
Alittle something special
Like your high school diploma.

A true beauty to behold
Truly one of a kind,
Pay no attention to the thorns
Its her glare that blows minds.

In a picture perfect World
Its your rose colored glasses,
That gives you the advantage
To your high ranking status.

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