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Sep 2016
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
Written by
Jude kyrie  Canada
(Canada)   
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