| A Valley Of Roses |
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| A valley of roses I'd love to find, A valley of beauty and dreams. A valley of poems waiting to be written, And stories bursting from it's seams. A quite little place to dream and wonder, A place to take a nice walk. A place where a person can hide, When he's a little tired of talk. Where the best stories are written, And the most thoughts flow. Where one doesn't have to do his chores, For at least until he gets home. But along with that valley of roses, Must come quite a large number of thorns. For along with every joy and every beauty, Something unpleasant is born. So I think I'll stick to the wildflowers, Though they don't look and smell quite as nice. I'd rather take the unglamerous once, Than to be pricked with the thorns even twice. |
