I have so much goodness to spare
I’m grateful that you choose to care
This turkey is blessed you are there
You’re my odd strike of fate
You are, indeed, my perfect game
Your gentleness remains the same
To me, I’m glad you’ve staked your claim
You’re awesome and you’re great
With you, there’s no 7-10 split
The gutter is far from legit
My bonus is your special wit
God’s cutter from above
You are a gem; you are ideal
My feelings for you are so real
Your heart is what I long to steal
When I’m bowling for love
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