Bed of RosesA Poem by Joel M FryeOne of the phases of the second ex-Mrs. Frye...
The note you left was short not sweet,
you barely said goodbye; then moved across the country with that rich, good-looking guy. You come back knocking at my door, you're tattered and you're torn; you made your bed of roses... now go sleep upon the thorns. © 2011 Joel M FryeReviews
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3 Reviews Added on April 22, 2011 Last Updated on April 22, 2011 AuthorJoel M FryeSt Petersburg, FLAbouthttp://k002.kiwi6.com/hotlink/3w6q0yrymv/01_Ballad_to_Ben.mp3 http://k002.kiwi6.com/hotlink/jhjs7gw3cz/02_What_Do_I_Say.mp3 http://k002.kiwi6.com/hotlink/652qs6u270/03_Lady_Chasing_Rainbows.mp3 htt.. more..Writing
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