America:RoseA Poem by Annabelle LeeSome hidden meanings...
A dying rose just seems so dreary
With it's fading color it looks so weary What was once a gorgeous red Now lay in the dirt, brown and dead And what of the pure white? It turned yellow, doesn't look so right Or the sweetest smelling, innocent blue? Well that one is now real ugly too These roses are slowly going crap Please don't let our country go like that
© 2012 Annabelle LeeAuthor's Note
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StatsAuthorAnnabelle LeeMiddle of NowhereAboutHello everyone I am Annabelle Lee. I am FINALLY, after June 12, the ripe old age of fifteen. I'm a poet. I want to write novels, as well, but those do not belong on this site in hopes that someday .. more..Writing
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