I didn't research anything for this first flower poem. I went to the florist and bought a red rose. I played around with it like day. I thought writing this poem about a red rose would be young and fun, but it appears to be old. I am unsure if I like it. I may have unleashed a tacky streak. This poem might date me to my true age of a 47 year old or even older. But roses have been around for like forever. I hope you enjoy reading my poem.

Happy Mother's Day

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