| No Everlastings Included |
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| You paid dearly |
| for some florist’s skilled hands |
| to arrange this magnificent bouquet |
| . . . so beautiful I was breathless |
| and impossible hopes almost blossomed again. |
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| But as final bouquets will |
| the lovely petals opened, then softly fell |
| one by one by one . . . |
| like all your promises that kept dropping |
| softly . . . soddenly . . . unkept |
| lying |
| like shriveled memories |
| in need only of someone to sweep them all away. |
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| (Copyright © 2000) |
