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*She said she missed her prom. So many years ago. She had to work that night. So I took her to the local high school. Prom. We danced all night her in the prom dress. I bought for her. Me in my rented tux. A gardenia corsage on her wrist. we are older and past such things. But they let us in. The old school teacher At the door Perhaps a closet romantic. But she took me home to a beautiful place In her heart. That was made for only me. Where I remained forevermore.*
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Sep 12, 2016
Sep 12, 2016 at 10:12 PM UTC
The Prom Date.
*She said she missed her prom. So many years ago. She had to work that night. So I took her to the local high school. Prom. We danced all night her in the prom dress. I bought for her. Me in my rented tux. A gardenia corsage on her wrist. we are older and past such things. But they let us in. The old school teacher At the door Perhaps a closet romantic. But she took me home to a beautiful place In her heart. That was made for only me. Where I remained forevermore.*
Just me being unashamedly romantic Again Jude
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Sep 12, 2016
Sep 12, 2016 at 10:12 PM UTC
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