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The flower shop

A man enters a flower shop

and decides on some flowers

the florist wraps them up

as the man puts his hand into his pocket

to find the money,

the money to pay for the flowers

but at the same time

suddenly

he places a hand over his heart

and falls

 

As he falls

the money rolls around on the floor

and the flowers fall

with the man

with the money

and the florist stands there

as the money rolls

as the flowers ruin

as the man dies

it's obviously all very sad

and she really should do something

this florist

but she doesn't know how to go about it

she doesn't know

where to start

 

There are so many things to do

for this dying man

these ruining flowers

and this money

this rolling money

that won't stop.

Written by
Jacques Prévert
1900-1977 / Male / French
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