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My mother loved this flower and in the garden she could succeed to make wonderful chrysanthemums in every autumn. But in her time there was no flower like this color. She loved the new thing or matter. So if she saw this, she would grow this one with a great fun and joy.
Chrysatemum always remind me in my ears a french song sang with Juliette Greco with the memory of my mother.
Un chrysanteme...deux chrysanteme...
My mother loved this flower and in the garden she could succeed to make wonderful chrysanthemums in every autumn. But in her time there was no flower like this color. She loved the new thing or matter. So if she saw this, she would grow this one with a great fun and joy.
Chrysatemum always remind me in my ears a french song sang with Juliette Greco with the memory of my mother.
Un chrysanteme...deux chrysanteme...