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The silly, little rose
Valiantly demanded
To be left on her own;
For, she abhorred
Being adjudged fragile
Or even timid;
Yet, she failed to perceive
That her trenchant barbs
Weren’t the ones,
That needed shielding;
For, the predators
Solely preyed on
Her diaphanous petals
And really not
On her risible thorns;
Besides, the enemies
Travelled with wings.

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