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Jul 2013
Roses are red, violets are purple
And these roses stink so bad
Even humming birds fly away
The bees don't want the pollen
Poor Roses forgot who they are
Violets forgot their purpose
And you walked all over them

Now that they are gone you cry
Missing the difference in them
What made them special to you
The stench of their inner perfume
The one thing you hated the most
They were there for you to walk on
They chased away all the bees
Just so you would not be afraid
Would not let the humming birds
Sip their nectar that was for you
The redness an purple for you
To get noticed by you only
They were there for you alone

Roses are red, violets are purple
And these roses stink so bad
Even humming birds fly away
The bees don't want the pollen
Roses know who they are for
Violets live up to their purpose
And you walked all over them
A Michaelle Yarbrough
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   Timothy and Miranda Renea
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