Reflections on Life through poetry, essays and photos
Kissed beneath the mistletoe, I learned it was my folly.
For instead of mistletoe, we found that it was holly.
So I visited our florist and spent a little dough
So that we could kiss again beneath the mistletoe.
Got a chuckle out of me.
Any excuse for a good kiss. I haven’t had one in a loooong time.
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Oops — haha!