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	<title>Comments on: June Flower Lore</title>
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		<title>By: Frutero</title>
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		<dc:creator>Frutero</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[I bought at Fred&#039;s, for two or three dollars, a packaged rose that was supposed to be a Marchesa Boccelli. When she bloomed, she was nothing of the kind. She was an unmistakable Ena Harkness, a hybrid tea popular some fifty-five years ago, but largely abandoned because the minute she is hot or thirsty, she droops her proud head. Nonetheless, she is the rose of roses. She is the truest, most velvety flag-stripe red, exquisite in bud, perfection half-blown, and if only her thirst be supplied, sultry and feminine in her full-blown beauty. And her fragrance is to die for! I love them all, but if I could have only one rose, it would be Ena.]]></description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I bought at Fred&#8217;s, for two or three dollars, a packaged rose that was supposed to be a Marchesa Boccelli. When she bloomed, she was nothing of the kind. She was an unmistakable Ena Harkness, a hybrid tea popular some fifty-five years ago, but largely abandoned because the minute she is hot or thirsty, she droops her proud head. Nonetheless, she is the rose of roses. She is the truest, most velvety flag-stripe red, exquisite in bud, perfection half-blown, and if only her thirst be supplied, sultry and feminine in her full-blown beauty. And her fragrance is to die for! I love them all, but if I could have only one rose, it would be Ena.</p>
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