Everyone Is Going Monkeys - Poem by Kait Bebelheimer
A lonely Black Rose
There is a black rose
she is very lonely
someone would come
and spend time with the rose
She lives in nowhere
where cars drive by
Will someone spend time with the Black Rose?
Can anyone change this dark, black rose to a light, white rose? ?
will somebody hear her cry?
somebody please hear her cry!
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