I May or May Not Be Opposed Contest ~ December 19, 2023
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A white rose grew in her Summer garden. "Beautiful rose, I must beg your pardon. for I must clip you from your flower bed to enjoy your aroma in my home instead." In crystal vase the rose was fondly admired until its velvet petals withered and expired. Delicate white roses grew in Summer's heat with such a delightful fragrance, cloyingly sweet Their beauty was enhanced in morning sunlight and rivaled the perfumed scent of jasmine at night Adored by passersby, they bloomed until the end of Fall when a cold north wind bent their stems in a sudden squall
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