Ms. Rose
Ms. Rose I see those clown insects have you down and in doubt, just know it has to rain before the sun comes out.
Ms. Rose you’re losing your powerful color…you were sprouted in a poor garden, but you don’t have to believe those other flowers.
Ms. Rose I noticed your pedals have fallen again... but no matter how much they cut your stems, don’t lose that gem spirit within.
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