To You, From Me
If I seem a little manic
Come December twenty-fifth
I’m just on the verge of panic
About getting you a gift
So please forgive me my remissness
As I crouch beneath the tree
Since I’m “present” here on Christmas
Let’s just say I got you me.
Copyright © Ina Goodling | Year Posted 2023
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