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Blooms

Flo and Rose were lovers

they ran a florists' shop,

buds and lilies binding

a love they'd never lop

 

then Rose met a driver

new emotions but true,

she left Lily cut deeply

and eloped off to Kew

 

sick to death of flowers

Lily pined, got sick, died,

specified in her last will

no wreaths grave-side

 

her plot's tidy but bare

no blooms for her woes,

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In Chains Of Faded Flowers

You're gone but it was good

You had to put up with a lot

My moods and wanderings

A child dying alone in his cot

 

Carnations bring you back

Our shady garden bowers

You dangle from my heart

In chains of faded flowers

 

High up on Ilkley Moor

Laid in fields of heather

Laughing we made love

Never mind the weather

 

His birth was not easy

For you might h...

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Flowers Are Yesterday

I never saw such a posy of carnations

A flush that shade rose to my cheeks

They were delivered each day at first

Before long it was every few weeks

 

Flowers are yesterday and I know it

Reality can cope without fine blooms

The mundane stuff is more important

Like securing a set of cheap rooms

 

Memories of those sprays sustain me

Even now I can smell that African l...

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Flowers In The Bath

Rosebay, willow-herb and common poppy

Garnish each enchanting meadow

Sweet fragrances and alluring hues

Draw rapt villagers to every window

 

Flowers can be double-edged swords

Marking endless sorrow and pain

I can recall the time my father died

The old tin bath where wreaths were lain

 

Deadly nightshade or belladonna

Lurks on limestone and dry chalk

Consume th...

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