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Thorns
 


Should I compare thee to a rose
which pleaseth eye
and thrilleth nose?

Indeed, my dear,
'tis hardly fair upon the rose
that I compare.

Such damage wreaked
by wicked thorn,
so cruel
I would wish
you'd ne'er been born.










By cherryk

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