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  A basket of roses oh so sweet begets naught but foul glares after a week of wilting out in the noon-time sun where it can be seen by everyone.

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  Let life the be the rose at the very bottom, sheltered, dark and of course forgotten.

  Bobby bibby bought a bat, bobby bibby bought a ball, with that bat bob banged that ball, but so boldy bobby banged, soon he burst his rubber ball

  boo sighed bobby, " Bye bye ball "

  Bad luck bobby

  Bad luck ball

  Now to drown his many troubles, bobby bibby is blowing bubbles!