HOLLY’S A HOT…AND GENTLE….TICKET!
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…
I offer it to thee–
For helping me see with new sight!