Roses are red.
Violets are bluish.
All of She‘s stories
Are moderately truish.
Filed under Musings, Paula Reuben
Tagged as Confession, light verse, musing, Paulareuben8
They seem sweet and rosy,
Are thorny, intractable.
Not all of our poesy
It’s like Freud said. Sometimes a story is just a story.
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