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A too closely watched flower/blossoms the wrong color./Excess attention to the jonquil/turns it gentian. Flowers/need it tranquil to get/their hues right. Some/only open at midnight.
Kay Ryan
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Kay Ryan
Age: 79
Born: 1945
Born: September 21
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San Jose
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