Flowers...

Some men never think of it


You did. You'd come along


And say you'd nearly bought me flowers


But something had gone wrong.





The shop was closed. Or you had doubts-


The sort that mind like ours


Dream up incessantly. You thought


I might not want your flowers.





It made me smile and hug you then.


Now I can only smile.


But,look, the flowers you nearly bought


Have lasted all this while.





By Wendy Cope
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