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The Prom Date

A swarm of butterflies in my belly
As I wandered sheepishly towards her
Nervous, I was perspiring profusely
Even though twas the middle of winter
 
A big smile on her face, she looked at me
I quivered and stuttered when I asked her
To be my prom date, yes if she could be
Fireworks right then, for miracles occur
 
I went to the tower; and rang the bell
For my date’s the loveliest of them all
She’s a unicorn, I’m just a camel
A day all my own, morning to nightfall
 
07-05-2024
© F Aparici
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