Rules are for Fools

Roses in a pot

Stand still on my mantelpiece

You brought them for me


Haversham fresh they

wilt sag and droop as my tears

make a salt sea splash


Voice screams in the dark

Silver split tonge sayer lies

betrays happiness


Thorns grow on rose stems

Sharp the piercing of my heart

I can't dance here now


... another cheerful little number x


The End

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