The Flame Tree

RUBY TUESDAY

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THE FLAME TREE

Among the tones of paler trees

Glow flaring features such as these.

The Flame Trees punctuate the scene,

Proving that nature is more than green.

Becoming one with the summer air,

Preening, with their russet hair.

Adding fuel to the fire

Of temperatures set to climb higher.

Their time will pass; they cannot last.

But oh what a blessed shade they cast!

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CREDIT RATING

Of all the folk you meet today
Ninety percent will forget you.
They'll wander on their merry way
Not recalling that they've met you.
Which merely leaves you ten percent,
That's not an awful lot.
They hardly make the slightest dent;
They hardly hit the spot.
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Half of ten percent, my dears,
Will find you overbearing;
Your chat will leave them close to tears
And they'll hate the clothes you're wearing.
If you tell a joke they'll quickly go
With that look that's called 'askance'
While your cheerful chirruping 'Hello!'
Won't rate a second glance.
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Half of ten is only five
Our numbers look quite slim.
Only five percent to like you!
The future's looking grim.
For of those five percent, I fear,
Half are luke-warm at best.
'Oh, she's O.K.' you'll often hear,
So what about the rest?
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It's only two-and-a-half percent
Will think you're really great.
With that you'll have to be content,
For that's how well you'll rate!.
But those few will show affection,
And be close as a hand in glove,
So keep looking in their direction;
They bring a special brand of love.
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But make sure you love yourself, my friends,
For there's no-one just like you,
Treasure a love that never ends,
And stick to yourself like glue.
Every day you must try to savour
A love that has no end.
Be One Hundred Percent in favour
Of yourself, your one Best Friend.

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