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The RoseHe dissed her again, and she continued to cry,The Rose by WRITERandPOET
Just as he continued to laugh.
She ran off to class,
She could hear her best friends telling him off.
She walked into the room,
And there was a rose on her desk.
She began to wonder,
Where it came from.
She dried her tears with her sleeve,
And took the flower in her hand.
There was a note attached,
She flipped it over.
It read "I'm sorry my friend's a jerk,
It's just because he likes you.
But so do I, and I was wondering,
Do you wanna go out sometime?"
It was signed-The one who's heart goes crazy when they see you
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