- In my garden grows a rose,
- A beauty that in winter glows,
- Its petals delicate and fair,
- A thorny stem each stalk will bear;
- Reminding me of love I knew,
- A love that was forever true,
- But like the rose, it had its thorns,
- And in due time, became forlorn.
- My garden rose still lives and thrives,
- And toward the flower my soul still strives,
- For though its beauty will one day fade,
- Its flowery scent will yet pervade.
- Oh, how this rose does haunt my dreams,
- A sign of love’s eternal themes,
- Of passion, beauty, pain, and sorrow,
- That echoes ages of tomorrow.
- I tend my rose with utmost care,
- For in its bloom, my heart is bare,
- And though the rose will surely pass,
- Its memory is up your ass .
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I can’t help it, it’s in my nature — I can’t create an emotionally appealing greeting card without snapping the turtle at the end like that.
So as a result, my career as a notecard creator came to a screeching, crashing halt one day back in November of 1959, and I haven’t taken a fling at greeting cards ever since… but now, with the advent of all this GPT stuff, I gotta get rid of thousands of graphics that I made this week, and next week, I got the same problem all over again.
The best of the night has got to be POTUS at his desk Intrepid in his prison cell. It’s available on redbubble in about 100 different forms and products.
Holy gazoli, it’s time for breakfast already. I’ve put up a bunch of stuff tonight, all over the place, in several different websites, including my blog, galaxyezine.com, zazzle and redbubble. Good luck finding them all.
See You At The Top!!!
gorby