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roses are beheaded
in her garden they do not bloom,
but violets are cherished,
their beauty are not doomed.
for red was the color of blood,
and violet was the color of loyalty
red appeared to be boring and bland
which they assumed meant cruelty
but roses are prettily red
and violets are prettily blue
no matter how beloved
they will always be
a different kind of hue
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loquacious
Poetrylo·qua·cious /lōˈkwāSHəs/ adjective tending to talk a great deal; talkative. "never loquacious, Sarah was now totally lost for words" (photos in the book aren't mine. credits to the rightful owners.) 5 •7 - 10 • 29
