“He stepped back and threw his arms out. "I'm always crazy around you Rose. Here, I'm going to write an impromptu poem for you." He tipped his head back and shouted to the sky: "Rose is in red But never in blue Sharp as a thorn Fights like one too.”

“He stepped back and threw his arms out.<br />
"I'm always crazy around you Rose. Here, I'm going to write an impromptu poem for you."<br />
He tipped his head back and shouted to the sky:<br />
"Rose is in red<br />
But never in blue<br />
Sharp as a thorn<br />
Fights like one too.”

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