I'M Through, Through And Through Poem by Rebecca Stansfield

I'M Through, Through And Through



Roses live a life of dare,
The thorn-heads in the cold,
Suiting it to only sometimes care,
Do they have to care at all?

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Ben Smaller 08 August 2011

No, but everything to face the cold

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