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I was impatient / as you selected / the flowers / one at a time / for the bouquets: / the peonies, pinks, / and coral bells / you had grown.
By Katy McKinneyJanuary 1999Personal, political, provocative writing delivered to your doorstep every month—without a single ad.
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