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Whenever someone buys me flowers,
said Mrs. Reinhold, past the age of
eighty and evidently not a vegetarian,
I throw them away!
As if gripping a bouquet in her fist, she
slung her slender arm to the side and
released the imagined gift to the wind.
Don’t they understand
old people need food?
They should buy a small roast,
Mrs. Reinhold added, helpfully.
Or wieners!
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