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Rose Season

Poetry By: November

A poem about flowers that isn't really about flowers.

Submitted:Aug 12, 2007    Reads: 126    Comments: 1    Likes: 0   

Rose Season

Rose season's almost over, and
we're all a little older.
Nothing else is blooming
so we get a little colder.

You were the best thing
in this town,
now all that's left to do is

The other flowers just don't cut it,
you were of different class.
But if I pick your petals off
you're just another blade of grass.


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