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One New Year’s Eve
in a festive room
where only gladness should bloom
she sat feeling gloom
there was mistletoe
in the doorway hanging low . . .
she got up to go
as she reached the door
a man no one could ignore
touched her to the core
the most handsome man
the sad girl had ever seen
stood in front of her
as both of them stood
underneath the mistletoe
the man acted fast
he kissed the girl’s mouth -
a prelude to what would be
her happiest year
Copyright ©
Andrea Dietrich
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