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A Writer's Cramp Entry |
"The rose bush had seen better days" Like us it needed to mend it's ways It had worked hard all its life It would leave two children and a wife. A blight had sealed the rose bush's fate It would die peacefully without hate No grave would await the bush's demise There were no feelings in it's mate's eyes. It just hung there near the fence Its roots buried deep in remembrance Nothing more would it leave behind It would go the way of its kind. Death would hold off no more you see Death would set the rose bush free. No iambic meter intended. |