Its all what life could give
Something like the bee's hive
Planted at Eden by madam eve
Tons of pain loaded in a ship
Liking of the mature rosehip
Sour that no man can sip
So dreadful all men can see
Yet our looking eye never seize
Flip flop we jump for a siege
The fragrant lure us to its guile depot
After which the bees come to devour
Then the bitterness shows after the flavour
Not a toy to play for a cradle
But only the sage can handle
What life did gave us to riddle
A thorny rose not to be dangled!
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