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Stop to smell the roses if you dare
The scent is strong, the petals are fair
Intoxicated by the elegant sight
But as you lean in, your given a fright
Thorns are not all that defend this queen
She has a bite that has gone unseen
You jump back, you shake your head
Is this a dream, could you be dead
The living flower lunges like a snake
You pinch yourself and suddenly wake
Stop to smell the roses or so they say
I think I will steer clear just for today
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