You Are…

You are a ruby red rose that is waiting to get picked for a bouquet.                                              You are a fearsome ocelot ready to pounce on a mouse that you have been watching .            You are the sound of the best choirs in one room.                                                                          You are the smell of fresh fruit awaiting to get eaten.

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