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She brought me flowers.
I was stunned,
surprised,
then shocked
and puzzled, too.
For just a moment,
maybe few,
I wondered what it was.
What I have ever done
to deserve that?
Such offence, even ridicule!
I took the bouquet,
still quite mad,
I looked at her
and asked the simple question:
Why?
She smiled and gently touched my hand.
"It used to be a privilege of men,"
she said. "Not any more.
I also want to tell you
I'm in love."
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