I am not shooting, yet I am starting to miss.
Miss, will you miss me?
And you, miss-ter?
Maybe I'm just miss-interpreting all the signals.
Will I ever see you again? That remains a miss-tery.
But it's not all miss-erable.
It's miss-demeanor time.
And I'm not going to miss a single chance to
get a kiss under the miss-tletoe.
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