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Roses (an attempt at a rispitto)
Two dozen roses made from fruit the sweetest berries from the vine Were dipped in chocolate dark and sweet on tongue they tasted rich and fine They stood on sticks within a pot to share with friends who mean a lot my love did give me this surprise these roses sweet in fruit disguise
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