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Humor From my study window I can see my neighbor.
He is an elderly man with white hair,
a bit stooped, and his eyes squint.
He is picking up the fallen magnolias,
no longer white in color.
His arms filled with the dead flowers,
he looks around for the leaf basket and,
not finding it, take the blossoms to the
garbage can, which is already full.
He throws the now-browned flowers
along side the curb, looks around,
picks them up again, so he doesn't litter.
He throws them behind the shrubs,
only to retrieve them again.
His aged, yet still beautiful, wife
walks onto the patio.
He brings the blossoms and places them
in her arms.
"For you, My Darling."
She smiles ... it's the thought that counts.
