Love is a rose
and it rose and rose . . .
how far it goes
no one knows . . .
but it got beyond my nose . . .
and tried to slip between my toes . . .
where it proceeded to grow in rows . . .
it grows and grows . . .
so she chose
to give it some blows
til nothing but bone shows . . .
and it left me these woes . . .
worry and white winter snows
but still it faintly glows and glows . . .
and heaven knows . . .
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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