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From: bob@security.UUCP (Bob Jordan)
Newsgroups: net.poems
Subject: poem
Message-ID: <976@security.UUCP>
Date: Mon, 23-Sep-85 11:08:56 EDT
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Posted: Mon Sep 23 11:08:56 1985
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Organization: The Steven M. Kramer Aqua-car Foundation, Austin Pond, MA
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	  FLOWERS

 When the inside of a flower
     has been sniffed repeatedly
	 some of the powder is rubbed off
 and there is little smell left.
     This not diminish in any way
	 the beauty of the flower.

 We men can be very ignorant
     at times, we can be so cruel.
	 As you became my flower, unfolding,
 I idled away many hours
     delighting in your smell. Eventually
	 I became used to it, so that

 it had become commonplace. Well,
     we both remember what followed.
	 I tried to discard my
 little blossom because I imagined
     the smell had left it.
	 And if you had never come to me,

 standing bravely before me-
     no, I wouldn't have seen your tears;
	 and would have
 never known the beauty
     of my flower's petals
	 sparkling with dew.
-- 
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  security!bob@mitre-bedford.ARPA                               (MIL)
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