Gather up the posies,
Sweet little Rosie,
Tears in your eyes,
Mommy told you lies.
Lay atop the gravestone,
Whisper words in angel talk,
Talk to daddy deep in the cold,
Beg him to come up to walk.
On the rusted metal,
Of the creaking swingset,
White dress is muddy wet,
A caterpillar for a pet.
Little Rosie oh just thirteen,
Mommy said something so obscene,
Threw you outinto the cold,
Sleep on the grave cpovered in mold,
The snow is falling my Rosie,
No more fresh faced posies,
Draw your breathe in one last time,
Now your daddy's truly mine.
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