The Blooming Rose
by Reyna (14)

We were a bud
     a rosy bud
As we bloom
     we see no gloom.

Because we have a mother rose
     that makes for us a perfect pose
And we have a father rose
     mabye without a perfect pose
He still has the biggest heart
     to have patience with us from the start.



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