Oh, crimson Rose, nature's gift of grace, 

Your ruby petals entice fairer sex embrace, 

Your lusciousness evokes men's hopes and dreams

Erect stance stems, a metaphor for love’s extremes.

Your thorns remind us that the path of love’s not smooth, 

Yet tenacity helps us hold on to love we can not lose.

Avoiding those thorns that safeguard your velveteen bloom, 

We choose flush t...

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Not astonished by the lack of surprise,

The day the Robinson family died

Morbidly obese.

Devoured their last feast,

Committing dietary suicide

Their buffet table laid sumptuously,

Intending to indulge in gluttony,

They wouldn't be the first

To eat till they burst

Avidly scoffed and gouged rapaciously,

A vivid green leaf salad, though not much

Lay limp i...

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If only I could find preconstructed words

Scattered amongst vocabularic sherds,

That could easily describe and characterise

That bright sparkle within your eyes,

For then the world may understand

That, which I know for sure first-hand,

For within those eyes,

All my future pleasure lies,

Deep steely blue pools of passion

Are not as cold as one may imagine,

Like ro...

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