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Flowers Are Yesterday
I never saw such a posy of carnations
A flush that shade rose to my cheeks
They were delivered each day at first
Before long it was every few weeks
Flowers are yesterday and I know it
Reality can cope without fine blooms
The mundane stuff is more important
Like securing a set of cheap rooms
Memories of those sprays sustain me
Even now I can smell that African l...
Wednesday 9th September 2020 10:48 am
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