The red roses
I ordered
made two people
very happy,
my love in India,
who received hers
at the ungodly
hour of 7:30 a.m.
from an impeccably
dressed delivery boy,
and the other
in Switzerland
(my son’s girl-
friend), who was
called down
to the reception
from her office,
having been told
something very
nice had come
for her from
her love, who is
away in Cambodia.
– James Steerforth (Copyright 2007)
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