* * * Sweet Tea
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Roses do not grow in the garden more, might watering...
Winter in April has begun there, sometimes too meet...
Gardener sits silently near fire-place...was sadly filling...
Can be will help, he drinks of sweet tea with the sweetest biscuit...
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