Why are you planting roses, darling?
They’ll just bloom to die then dry and harden.
Why do you try so fiercely, darling
To turn this ditch into a garden?

I’m just planting rows of roses, daddy.
And when they’ve rose? The storm adorns
A tempest to tear away the pedals, daddy,
So then I can gather up all the thorns.

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