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Thursday, January 10, 2008

Lastima.

The storm blew mistletoe down from the ash trees around town. There are mistletoe sprigs bruised in cold puddles and strewn on the hard sidewalks. All those kisses, wasted, while some of us go wanting.

7 Comments:

Anonymous mith said...

Surely there is nothing stopping you from gathering all that mistletoe up into a nice big bouquet that you can wave at all the handsome gentlemen that are looking for women in need of kisses.

--mith

11:23 AM  
Blogger Megan said...

They're wet and broken now. I should have used them when they were still in all our trees.

11:27 AM  
Blogger jens said...

Poem?

5:30 PM  
Blogger Megan said...

Sure, if you go crazy with the line breaks.

5:39 PM  
Blogger Megan said...

Here, like this:

The storm blew mistletoe
down from the ash trees
around town.

There are mistletoe sprigs
bruised in cold puddles and
strewn on the hard sidewalks.

All those kisses, wasted,
while some of us go wanting.

5:58 PM  
Anonymous SwissArmyD said...

*flips the telescope around*

Toots, at least you had mistletoe in the trees, and will once again... most place we have to do it the old fashined way:

Robin: 'Look... mistletoe. Many a maid has lost her resolve to me because of this.'
Azeem: "Where I come from, we talk to our women. We do not drug them with plants."

7:44 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JMvMzQ4Vu-8

5:10 PM  

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