Ode to a Rose

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Ode to the Rose Moses supposes his toeses are roses, But Moses supposes erroneously, For nobody's toeses we knowses are roses, As Moses supposes his toeses to be! ...........................anonymous roses have been venerated all through the ages of quotes on their beauty written pages upon pages whether moonstruck by rapture or falling in stages roses are metaphors for love often spoken by sages pink roses stand for new love, elating and inspiring crimson red roses signify love immortal found white roses symbolize love dead or expiring black roses for love buried deep in the ground Shakespeare penned in his time what i now repeat a rose by any other name would smell just as sweet perchance bard was enraptured by passion's white heat words enduring forever so perfect and complete roses are quite often the subject matter of song like roses are red, my love, and violets are blue making feelings so good can't help but sing right along words springing to life like a bell ringing so true to stop and smell the roses everyone should take the time living life without the scent of them would surely be a crime they're free for all to enjoy cause it doesn't cost a dime sweetness of the rose's intoxicating fragrance is sublime it has been often said every rose has it's sharp thorn careless love, the lover pricked, see the red blood flow but if flesh be rended let nary another soul be mourn all is fair in love and war and so the novice learns to know though it might certainly be thought that the matter is agreed a rose garden for a kindred flame is never guaranteed beaten, broken, scarred but still unwilling to concede they give their all and die for love, now watch the poor fool bleed the black death is the subject of "Ring a-ring o' roses" "a pocketful of posies" for rosy rash and smell of death "a-tishoo!, a-tishoo !" was the sneezing and covering of noses "We all fall down." as they drew their final gasping breath Moses supposes his toeses are roses, But Moses supposes erroneously, For nobody's toeses we knowses are roses, As Moses supposes his toeses to be! ...........................anonymous   Into and Extro from  Anonymous Main body of poem from  Mitch Fuqua