Oh Holly I wish you could see

The smile that’s growing in me…

Hasn’t surfaced yet

But my fingers h\wear jets,

Explaining the good you’e done me!

You are lovliest in compasion,

Not like the modern fashion…

I’d better not ask

For a real photo (brash!)

I don’t think you want me attaching!

It seems near the end of the night

The rubber band twists up tight…

Powering poetry–

I offer it to thee–

For helping me see with new sight!

–Jonathan Caswell

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