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Roses Quote: My floral pen is a time travel device that takes me to the year 3,000. Where people are flying around in airships and their bodies float and bend to new heights. My floral pen takes me back in time to the civil war where I toss my floral pen across the sky and a beautiful rainbow crosses the misty sky. The soldiers follow the rainbow home to the end, to the end of the war, to end the war. Writing with my floral pen is like a time travel device that takes me blazing into the future and bolting me into the past. My pen has turned to gold and chocolate. A chocolate flavor to savor my soul to savor my soul. My floral pen turns into a field of roses. The smell is fresh and botanical. Then, my flower turns into silky, silky, edible strawberry candy, candy. My floral pen soars me into heaven where I put it in a box for safe keeping, safe keeping. While I, visit with God, the Zeus one, the Zeus one who plays lightening tag with me/ Then, I decide to take my floral pen ou! t, multiply the roses and create a floral rain to the Earth. People rejoice! People rejoice! The floral petals are far and near that melt to rain when they touch the Earth. Oh! My Floral Pen! What, a significant time we have! My floral pen, beats my paintbrush any day. Writing with my floral pen, it is a time traveling, it is a time traveling device that takes me blazing into the future and bolting me into the past. My pen has turned to gold and chocolate. A chocolate flavor to savor my soul, to savor my soul. My floral pen turns into a field of roses. The smell is fresh and botanical. Then, my flower turns into silky, silky, edible strawberry candy, candy. Oh! My Floral Pen! What great time we've had! Oh! My Floral Pen! Oh! My Floral Pen! What great times we've had! What great times we've had! What great times we've had!
My floral pen is a time travel device that takes me to the year 3,000. Where people are flying around in airships and their bodies float and bend to new heights. My floral pen takes me back in time to the civil war where I toss my floral pen across the sky and a beautiful rainbow crosses the misty sky. The soldiers follow the rainbow home to the end, to the end of the war, to end the war. Writing with my floral pen is like a time travel device that takes me blazing into the future and bolting me into the past. My pen has turned to gold and chocolate. A chocolate flavor to savor my soul to savor my soul. My floral pen turns into a field of roses. The smell is fresh and botanical. Then, my flower turns into silky, silky, edible strawberry candy, candy. My floral pen soars me into heaven where I put it in a box for safe keeping, safe keeping. While I, visit with God, the Zeus one, the Zeus one who plays lightening tag with me/ Then, I decide to take my floral pen ou! t, multiply the roses and create a floral rain to the Earth. People rejoice! People rejoice! The floral petals are far and near that melt to rain when they touch the Earth. Oh! My Floral Pen! What, a significant time we have! My floral pen, beats my paintbrush any day. Writing with my floral pen, it is a time traveling, it is a time traveling device that takes me blazing into the future and bolting me into the past. My pen has turned to gold and chocolate. A chocolate flavor to savor my soul, to savor my soul. My floral pen turns into a field of roses. The smell is fresh and botanical. Then, my flower turns into silky, silky, edible strawberry candy, candy. Oh! My Floral Pen! What great time we've had! Oh! My Floral Pen! Oh! My Floral Pen! What great times we've had! What great times we've had! What great times we've had!

From Writing With My Floral Pen by Karyn Bonti