Field of roses

Location

66102
United States
39° 7' 2.6724" N, 94° 41' 29.5728" W

A rose of red must be with a rose of another color says the botanist. It is only moral. I want to wed a rose of red says the red rose. It is unjust for us not to share our love thou we are the same. The Injustice hurts my brain. It drives me insane. They say all roses have the right to grow. But if you want to grow with your own you're blown. Is there civil rights for the love of two roses of the same. I pray to see the day when I will be allowed to love and free as a bird a dove. But until that day I will prick the botanist that forbids me anything but a domestic partnership with my thorns Give me my rights you have been warned. For we are all the same so let our love be unrestricted and plain as the day.

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acarpenter89

Though I myself am not gay I feel everyone should have the same rights.

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