My Rosebush Sanguine - Poem by Walterrean Salley
My rosebush, Sanguine,
Is pleasant all the year.
She puts forth her blooms
With fragranced atmosphere.
Her foliage is so healthy—
Dark, crisp and green.
She’s the happiest little shrub
That I have ever seen.
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