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Prom Night Is Here

Prom Crepe Paper Streamers Glitter and Fuss Fancy Dresses You Can Never Use Again At exorbitant prices Fancy Tuxedos Rented Until the last two don't get one. Limo. What? It's not a wedding, people. It's a prom! Few will dance. Most of the boys will stand around Uncomfortable, stiff in their clothes. It will be too dark to see the pretty dresses. Girls will run up to each other, link arms, and run out, to the bathroom For God only knows what purpose. More lipstick and rouge? Impossible really We're all holding our stomachs in, Steak sauce is now on Jill's dress The night is ruined.

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Date: 4/25/2018 9:06:00 AM
LOL An adorable poem, Caren. Well done.
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