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A rose poem A walking cobbler came to Yasmin valley That had a small brook with swimming ducks Even though since everyone wore clogs He decided to settle down in this pleasant vale The cobbler was educated in Frankfurt and As we know the Germans are astute workers. Recuperating after hitting his knee on a boulder On a bed of Yasmin, he reclined and fed by maidens Some inhabitants came to him with clogs as a gift Exponentially happy he cried and was a happy man.

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