while we are walking my buddy
can't resist the beauty of flowers
he pick one and start admiring
i said 'not so many men love it,
people who admire flowers are
very artistic', he said ' yes i am
in winning skins' i won't say none
i could have planted seed in his
he repeated scenario at restaurant
while we are eating; i just smile
i have an inkling that he will question
himself about my comment; i won't
be surprise if he come up with new self
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