Leisure rose

Fitted in there on a wooden stand.

Bundles of pieces wrap around the them.

In between the Ivory, and white baby breathes.

Leaves of heart shapes greenish.

Trousers and in the rain they fall.

Times if harvests,

And candy fruits cocktails.

Tears of joy,

Comes in the morning.

Happy Mother’s  day.

They comes home with a television, and gift cards.

The only thing they had.

That valued.

Along with,

Red Rover, red rover.

Where is my 1917 antique car.

Rosy,

The one.

Who bid,

On.

It, and sold it.

To me.

On,

Happy.

Valentine’s Day.

 

 

 

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