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Flowers by Wendy Cope
Some men never think of it. You did. You’d come along And say you’d nearly brought me flowers But something had gone wrong. The shop was c...
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To assume everything has meaning. To return at evening feeling you have earned a rest and put your feet up before a glowing t.v. set and fi...
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I would like to be a dot in a painting by Miro. Barely distinguishable from other dots, it's true, but quite uniquely placed. And fr...
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I love you, Not only for what you are, But for what I am When I am with you. I love you, Not only for what You have made of yourself,...
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