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by Bronwen B.
Illinois, WTVP
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One morning I woke up and ran down stairs and out into my rose garden. While I was watering the roses, a tall man came up to me and said, "Everybody´s bushes in the town are drying out, because there is a drought. I need to cut down your roses."
There is a drought
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