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Don't believe the florist when he tells you that the roses are free.
Our garden
Colombo
The sky's the limit
Highly ornamental cultivars of brambles still have as many thorns as their wild counterparts
Editor Log: March 2008
He put a hand on each of our shoulders; it's a wonder he wasn't electrocuted.
Roses are the flowers of the dead
Ween
I am writing you at dawn, on a train headed west, a farewell letter to be mailed at the first transfer station, before I head off into parts unknown.
Kippleization
Filet Crochet
you were a dream I painted and wished to own
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