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Red Rose

Rusty rings around the rose,

Glowing red with red red rage,

The Low lying grass was on it's toes,

Trying to crush the rose of the age.

Roaring with red,

Rage on the flower bed.

Please tell me what you think about this poem. I know I am not the best poet, and I would like to improve.

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