www.whyville.net Jan 2, 2004 Weekly Issue



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Mistletoe

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Sitting under the mistletoe
[Pale-green mistletoe],
One last candle burning low,
All the sleepy dancers gone,
Just one candle burning on,
Shadows lurking everywhere:
Someone came, and kissed me there.

Tired I was; my head would go
Nodding under the mistletoe
[Pale-green mistletoe],
No footsteps came, no voice, but only,
just as I sat there, sleepy, lonely,
Stooped in the still and shadowy air
Lips unseen -- and kissed me there.

 

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