Red as a Rose

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:) A poem about myself.

Submitted: January 12, 2012

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Alot of the time I'm red as a rose.

I have thurns that i use daily; I suppose.

I hurt people all day and night.

After i inflict the pain, gilt inflects on me, through my veins.

But not everything is a part pain.

Happiness is also injected in my veins.

When i see people not afright it bring happiness to my life and makes me feel alright.

I'm red as a rose because I'm loved by lets.

I don't blend in with crowd so to say.

I like being red as a rose because.

I'm tough as nails nobody can hurt me enough for me to hit the ground.

Alot of the time I'm red as a rose.

It's tree as can be because It's just me.


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