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“WE GROW THE SAME ROSES” 
English or Russian, 
French or Scot; 
We seem so different— 
We are not. 
And though we quarrel 
Now and then, 
We kiss and make it 
Up again. 
The earth was made 
For every one; 
We share the same stars, 
The same old sun. 
It doesn’t matter, 
The world is small-— 
We grow the same roses 
After all. 

Thank You! 
May we take this opportunity to thank each and every 
one of our patrons for your patience, courtesy and fine 
spirit of cooperation during these years of working under 
trying shortages. We hope to be able to do some better 
this year and by next year to serve you as efficiently as 
possible. 

