Roses are red, the thorns will make your hands bleed, still it's the whole flower that you need.
Try to make it in this world
without petals and thorns
Sooner or later a man will
be met with bull horns
He'll have to pitch the flower
get a defense with more power
Lord knows
I've handed out the rose
might as well let the door close
but anyway I moved to propose
married my wife
along came the misery and strife
The rose will work
that is if you understand the
thorns perk
My mother and mothern law
at times chessboard jerk
Mom played me like a fiddle
mothern law attacked from the middle
Age ended the melee
I still hand them the rose until this day
My best defense was staying away
When I showed the red rose
came into play
Aha, Grady...do I detect a bloody finger pricked more than once by the sharp thorn-n-law? Alwasy wit within your sad, poetic tales, friend! Oh...and I'm still enjoying your graphics :o)
Blessings and Love - Micke
('tho I don't always get to comment, I DO read!)
i am sorry that life has been such for you-doesn't have to be that way....i have never liked roses much--the idea of the thorns takes from the beauty anyway-have a good day!
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Blessings and Love - Micke
('tho I don't always get to comment, I DO read!)
How wonderful. Taking the rose with the thorns. That is what life is about. The most important part, taking the whole flower. Loved it
Mary
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Tx., Karen Lynn. :(