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I no longer seem to know roses busily bloom this time of year bougainvilleas   flaunt themselves over the fence I hold my mug while mulling over warm cider a  cheap steam spa treatment for my face is born
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Dec 10, 2014
Dec 10, 2014 at 7:17 PM UTC
What is snow?
I no longer seem to know roses busily bloom this time of year bougainvilleas   flaunt themselves over the fence I hold my mug while mulling over warm cider a  cheap steam spa treatment for my face is born
The Houston  winters ....2002-2005
april-dawn
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Dec 10, 2014
Dec 10, 2014 at 7:17 PM UTC
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