I think that's also the title of a particularly ridiculous William Blake poem complete with a scary illustration. If you don't know about William Blake, I don't think you're missing much. Although I like how he spells tiger: "Tyger, Tyger, burning bright..." (I picture the tiger in The Jungle Book with a torch tied to his tail.)
Anyway. Last night we were running errands and I found a tiny rose bush on clearance for $2.50. I know little about roses and don't always have a very green thumb, but I couldn't pass it up. I've always wanted to grow roses; I guess if I can nurse this one back to health, I'll try some real ones outdoors...
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