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Jan 2017
The Fairy of the roe petal perfume
Knew when the flowers hit full bloom
The petals did drop
and they could  not stop
as she frantically swept with her broom.

She knew instinctively and could tell
by the colour and the attractive smell
All home grown
and a lovely tone
exactly the right time to sell.

The Fairies searched their stash
They knew at once they mush dash
They did not care about price
they wanted to smell  nice
and out splashed their cash.
Written by
cheryl love
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