Little roses on the bushes so small that you can’t really see them when you drive up when you pass by but they catch you little roses with their pink-blush-flushed-red petals looking so soft in the sunbeams that filter gently through their tangled vines – you almost really hear them for once you almost really do oh they sound just like they smell both sensations carried on the wind to bring you pleasure for nothing but pleasure or maybe sex with bees at least that’s what it always reminds us of – so we laugh at the sexy little roses that you can’t really see ’cause they make us happy somewhere beyond what really shouldn’t make the most sense but does anyway like laughing at little roses and sunbeams