Once upon a time there was a street light
which was given a lot of flowers.
It was used to being ignored and forgetting itself
so all the attention was quite overwhelming.
People spoke to it tearfully then
tied their bouquets to it or laid them
on the ground. The street light
was very touched but wanted to say that
it was made out of tougher materials than people
so being hit by a car was no big deal.
Also it was unable to bend down and read
the notes which were being ruined in the rain.
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Thought the street light being given the flowers was an inspired idea, and as always, you hit the less-is-more concept perfectly on the head.
I would class this as finished. More please.
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