By Ajay Ohri
we ran out of roses
we ran out of roses
we spent them all
on weddings and funerals
roses big and small
we ran out of wine
we drank it all down
we cried and laughed
we smiled and frowned
we ran out of excuses
to living life small
so we decided to stand up straight and walk
and we stopped to crawl
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