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Jan 2021
I catch her modest glance
As she scans for mistletoe.

And upon its discovery
She quietly strays below;

Gentle eyes fall on me, and,
Drawn by that coy smile,

We meet beneath the greenery
To linger there a while.
A Mess of Words
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     vb, Rob Rutledge, F and Galina
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