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Roses are red and violets are blue,
but violets aren't blue; they're violet
don't let the words fool you!

And roses aren't just red
they are pink and yellow and orange and white
and even blue, now
so how can those words be true?

Perhaps it should say:
words are read and roses are blue

But words aren't just read,
they're heard and said
How will you know
if the words you know are true?


And roses have thorns,
but lately they don't
how will you know which are which
until you feel the stick?

You won't

But they smell so sweet and words are so strong
that even the ones that are all wrong
sound good
so you get a little closer.

Is it a fool that picks after
the last prick left a scar?
Not defeated but
tougher skinned;

No

It's a hopeful soul who
trusts in the words
that roses are red and violets are blue.