The lady in red
The lady in red,
brightly sparkling,
Sharing her warmth
but not flaming
Gave a laughing pose
and left quickly.
A pleasant rose,
also prickly.
Better just to look
to be admired.
Will keep you away
in a distance wired.
Rules are very odd,
sometimes very strict.
She is a flower
meant not to be picked.
brightly sparkling,
Sharing her warmth
but not flaming
Gave a laughing pose
and left quickly.
A pleasant rose,
also prickly.
Better just to look
to be admired.
Will keep you away
in a distance wired.
Rules are very odd,
sometimes very strict.
She is a flower
meant not to be picked.
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