I was handed this ugly flower. It was dull and yellow and too simple for words.
And yet, someone seems to want it.
Why would anyone want this flower?
It has no beauty, and yet she
Wants me to give it to her
Maybe the act means more than the object
Maybe the fact that I needed a project
So she gave me a flower to give to her
So I could write her a poem
And give her a flower.
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