I walked to the park to enjoy the sunny afternoon and took a seat on a park bench to relax and write in my journal. After a fashion, a homeless man approached me from where he had been conversing with his fellow park-dwellers. He handed me a bouquet of flowers, which had clearly been picked in the park, and walked away. I guess he thought I needed them.
It's sad to say that I haven't gotten flowers from a man in quite some time and now I am getting them from a man that sleeps in the park. What does this say?
Send flowers, please!
1 comment:
I see you found your own kind. That's nice, dear.
Actually that's very nice. And he didn't even ask for money? Good stuff.
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