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Flo and Rose were lovers
they ran a florists' shop,
buds and lilies binding
a love they'd never lop
then Rose met a driver
new emotions but true,
she left Lily cut deeply
and eloped off to Kew
sick to death of flowers
Lily pined, got sick, died,
specified in her last will
no wreaths grave-side
her plot's tidy but bare
no blooms for her woes,
...Thursday 19th November 2020 10:40 am
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