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Over blossoms many-fold, A sweet nectar is what I sold. But, that pollen you hold? May see more of my petals unfold. Seduced, you say? No, you aren't my prey. A quid-pro-quo, if I may, Hand-in-hand, you lead the way. I ask for a chance, In business, we'll equally enhance, If you'll find my stigma, Here's your payment, in advance!
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Mar 14, 2013
Mar 14, 2013 at 10:23 AM UTC
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Over blossoms many-fold, A sweet nectar is what I sold. But, that pollen you hold? May see more of my petals unfold. Seduced, you say? No, you aren't my prey. A quid-pro-quo, if I may, Hand-in-hand, you lead the way. I ask for a chance, In business, we'll equally enhance, If you'll find my stigma, Here's your payment, in advance!
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Mar 14, 2013
Mar 14, 2013 at 10:23 AM UTC
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