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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