“Da harder ya prune de rosebush,
den da more flowers you’s gonna have.”
I trimmed till I thought
I killed that bush.
It bloomed beyond my wildest imagination.
Now I stare at the flowers
And wonder why beauty must come
Through cutting away.
“Da harder ya prune de rosebush,
den da more flowers you’s gonna have.”
I trimmed till I thought
I killed that bush.
It bloomed beyond my wildest imagination.
Now I stare at the flowers
And wonder why beauty must come
Through cutting away.
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