Why then, rose, so sharp thy thorns?


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A defensive pose assumed ?

When all that’s on my mind is to

Gently pluck thy blooms?

Why is red your hue of choice

When yellow’d do as well?

Do you, when coy bees visit you,

To them, your secrets, tell?

And when is a rose surely a rose

And not a dandelion?

My nose can tell the difference but 

My brain is barely tryin’.

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