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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Stopped by Seven Eleven to find absolution... maybe some triple chocolate Häagen-Dazs' slice of heaven., a little peace; redemption. A lanky guy dressed in jeans and a smile, one welcomed in a greeting... walked the parking lot selling flowers.. wrapped in a clear shielded bouquet., set his sights on me. Wonder now, whom the more desperate of us two, either way wasn't showing all his tarot cards, when I waved him aside. Keepin' that deadly pace.. fallen far, it seemed, from any kinda grace. In that one second, my mood a little off.. face must've showed it.. too late. He knew, as I did too.. he had to ask, anyway.. I just wanted to be, somewhere else, anywhere.. else. Anyway., rested uneasy on my mind. I made my way out past the door, marked in inches and feet. For a moment, I thought about it. Guilt-ridden, eyes searchin' for him.. young woman with her flowers..,happy, his truck backin' to gas up, full of flowers.., still smiling.. Almost turned and went back. a chance to repay, my fellow brother in arms.. 'hey, I do want those flowers after all.. how much are they?, keep the change.' Man, when did things get this bad... One of these days I'll find you.. your smile will be my reason., to buy those sad looking flowers., though I don't think you care much for them. Another day perhaps... I'll find it; we'll find it.. the perfect poem. One written just for you and me. Just a guess., I think that flower vender heard it already, and wanted only to share its miracle with me...
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