Nena Shawl (6/4/1998 / Akron, Ohio)
Look at the rose
With little green toes
And a head of fire
That burns with desire
See how it swings and sways
When the wind with it plays
Watch the rose
As it waves its hellos
Then says good-bye
By the night time
Watch it shake its fragrance about
It is beautiful without a doubt.
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