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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.
posted by Megan at 9:48 AM
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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
They're wet and broken now. I should have used them when they were still in all our trees.
Poem?
Sure, if you go crazy with the line breaks.
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.
*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."
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JMvMzQ4Vu-8
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