The title is ironic and the poem hits like a shout. It makes me wonder what the backstory is here...
Actually it was a found poem Myron - words by a friend whose lovely partner had picked up the bunch, said I had better put them in water, but got distracted on the way to finding a vase and just put them in a bucket in the laundry!
Isn't it amazing what happens when we take an experience and turn it into poetry? I see hatred and revenge in the poem although obviously that is not the case.
He he he! No, it was said with much love and affection!
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