the minor poet

Oh my Darlin, what do ya say

we go somewhere and share this bottle of Beaujolais.

it's almost Christmas, and it's getting cold,

i know we're not that young anymore

   but you know we're not all that old.

Oh my sweet Love, you look so fine,

won't you help me polish off this bottle of wine?

it cost nine dollars, it was imported from France.

that's over in Europe somewhere i believe,

   we can look it up if we get a chance.

Oh my Dear One, you look so good,

better than those movie stars out in Hollywood.

You drive me crazy, when you call my name.

if we let this bottle go to waste

   you know, it would be a crying shame.

Oh Anam Cara, you're the best,

there's no one can compare to you, it's no contest.

You were there at the beginning, i'll be there at the end.

You're the Jewel of my heart,

   my Most Beloved Friend.

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