Mistletoe
When I saw her
for the first time
she was standing there
under the mistletoe
kissing her friend
and looking at me
Her eyes catched me
like cats do with balls
they twinkled with passion
under the misletoe
smiling at others
and looking at me
And he was kissed
Under the Mistletoe!
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