Poem of the Week
Under the mistletoe
Stanley I. Onyewuchi
Issue date: 2/4/08 Section: Features
Under the mistletoe, we wait
With a great shadow cast over our shoulders
My hands around your cold waist
The midnight bell chimes
The last ominous fruit falls
We touch lips
And we walk away
With a great shadow cast over our shoulders
My hands around your cold waist
The midnight bell chimes
The last ominous fruit falls
We touch lips
And we walk away
2008 Woodie Awards
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