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The world is a
rose; smell it and pass it to your friends.
Flowers leave some
of their fragrance, in the hand that bestows them.
In joy or sadness,
flowers are our constant friends.
A tree is known by its
fruit; a man by his deeds.
A good deed is never lost; he who sows courtesy
reaps friendship, and he who plants kindness gathers love.
A big Thank You to "pinkbeehivewithhalo" for the award
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