Love is a rose and it rose and
rose . . . and as far as it goes . . . no one knows . . .
how it got beyond my nose . . . and tried to slip between
my toes . . . where it proceeded to grow in rows . . . it grows
and grows . . . so I chose to give it some blows til nothing
but bone shows . . . but it left me these woes . . . worry
and white winter snows and still it faintly glows and
glows . . . and heaven knows . . . blood flows
when the doors of love close . . . then
come the crows . . . you plant and
they reap the harvest!
And that’s as
far as it
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