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The Militant Florist

if nonchalant meant blithe unconcern the militant florist arced the bouquet through the air like some Olympian athlete with the greatest chalance the muscled biceps rotated smoothly with grace and purpose as the petaled red and blue grenade of flora with ferns hurtled toward you the florist then alone, stood erect not watching the flowers as they curved the baby-blue sky to you, but at you, to see if you would catch the meaning and catch the cellophaned caress of love elegantly presented before you or allow it to strike unbiased ground love, whether thrown or carefully handed over, is still a beautiful gesture from one to another and common as sunrise, rare as gold © Goode Guy 2011-07-04 inspired by an image http://www.banksy.co.uk/indoors/flowerchucker.html Yes, I know "chalance" isn't a word....'til now. ;-)

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Date: 7/4/2011 7:21:00 AM
vivid imagery! chalantic wordagogy* phrase not existing! ;)
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Date: 7/4/2011 7:21:00 AM
vivid imagery! chalantic wordagogy* phrase not existing! ;)
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