A rose stood at the forest's edge
and shook its noble leaves,
when from the nearby sturdy hedge
the echo of dry heaves
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Ahh, but they love the amonia. Amazingly original, well done.
We're an inhuman lot, with habits that really do take some beating! I love roses. and I hope the majority don't get treated this way. Smashing poem, or should I say splashing poem! ! ! ! ! Sincerely Ernestine.