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Here’s a little Christmas note from me to you,
But not just for helping me… it’s what you do.
I must be honest, it was your pretty eyes
That made me linger… they caught me by surprise.
It was also the smile beneath your mask
That made me decide that I just had to ask;
“Would you like to join me for dinner sometime?”
But, don’t worry… I don’t always speak in rhyme.
If you’d care to go out for a bite to eat,
I promise to speak normal… what a treat.
You can believe what I say, Rafaela.
I assure you that I’m a real good fella.
Copyright © Philip Scheidel | Year Posted 2022
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