Acrylic on canvas 38cm x 46cmThe rose is called the queen of flowers,
Surrounded by her sisters fair,
A lovely throng of beauties rare,
She holds her court 'mid summer bowers,
'Neath smiling skies of sunny blue,
Gayly they bloom the summer through
Brightening all the golden hours.
But when the autumn days have come
Then blooms our sweet Chrysanthemum.
She holds her court 'mid summer bowers,
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Gayly they bloom the summer through
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But when the autumn days have come
Then blooms our sweet Chrysanthe
