Love Poem: Not Worth Rose Thrips
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Written by: Sara Kendrick

Not Worth Rose Thrips

And in the morn creamy coffee
Sip, needing from my shoulders 
Mountain to lift, where go_what do?
Now that our love bitters

Much like coffee that has grown cold
Tasteless, stale wanting to bale
Remember how it used to be
Oh! The tales I could tell

And in the morn creamy coffee
Sip, wash your kiss from lips
Cheating, lying was_is your game
Your love not worth rose thrips

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