Bless the neighbors know that the roses, :-), so I have no time in the garden, so I admire them, instead. And 'something edifying in this ole world weary of these small things ....., the scent of exotic flowers, the sun's heat, a gust of wind, birds singing .. I promised my friend Vincent and I find the smell of roses ..... Here's the proof. To explain the "pop" of the petals, too: my grandmother, as in the eighties (and 1980) with me this town ...
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kHdWWh2AyT8&hl=en
My life is no bed of roses
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