Poem -
Grace and halo.
Roses love are handled by the angels, For not just grace but a halo hold, Until the sun arose within its gold, and dirty hands the gardens may lend, whilst the stems they come to bend, not worn but tenderness gathers at it's place , of rightful trusting thorns In place.
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