‘Spared’ by Wendy Cope

“That Love is all there is, Is all we know of Love… ” Emily Dickinson It wasn’t you, it wasn’t me, Up there, two thousand feet above A New York street. We’re safe and free, A little while, to live and love, Imagining what might have been – The phone-call from the blazing tower, A … Continue reading ‘Spared’ by Wendy Cope →

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‘Flowers’ by Wendy Cope

Some men never think of it. You did. You’d come along And say you’d nearly brought me flowers But something had gone wrong.The shop was closed. Or you had doubts – The sort that minds like ours Dream up incessantly. You thought I might not want your flowers.It made me smile and hug you then. … Continue reading ‘Flowers’ by Wendy Cope →

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