Roses And Gasoline Poem by Edgar Albert Guest

Roses And Gasoline



'A rose by any other name would smell as sweet,'
Cried Romeo once, and truth he spoke I own;
And we should smell the autos down the street
Though gasoline were labeled French cologne.

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Edgar Albert Guest

Edgar Albert Guest

Birmingham / England
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