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Red RosesNow when I was just a little boy My Ma she died in vain I stood there by her grave With seven red roses in my hand My tears were flowing heavy I could hardly say a word Within the darkness found me I threw those flowers down I said goodbye to Ma And moved right out of town Lived a life of danger But I wore that silver crown There were chicks a plenty...scoring Faces I don't recall All in all just one lone party Getting high and playing ball - I know this life's a danger Can end at any time All I ask from all you buddies...is When I'm dead and gone Don't put seven red roses on my grave... No just don't throw seven roses in my grave! B... Copywriter B.R.Walker written 17June 2008 UK Poetry Ad-Free Upgrades Vote for this poem
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