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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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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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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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There is a kind of love called maintenance Which stores the WD40 and knows when to use it; Which checks the insurance, and doesn’t for...
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