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A new white dressm
Blue shoes, a blue tie.
Her skin tingles with a single caress.
It's just he and her guy.

A red Ford truck,
Only driven for a day.
She must have all the worlds luck.
His sight washes all her fears away.

One small ticket,
To get them in.
A night of unforgettable memories 
Is soon to begin.

She's giddy, a doe eyed girl.
This is a dream, too good to be true.
It's he who has changed and transformed her world.
He's one she'd hate to loose.

This boy sure aint nervous,
He's conident at best.
Love comes up to the surface
When he sees her in that new white dress.

Something borrowed,
Pearls passes down.
They'll reminice tomorrow,
After he wins his crown.

They're hopeful and excited,
Maybe a little unsure.
But no where near frightened.
They don't need all the answeres.

The sun was out shining.
She waited by the door
For his impecable timing.

They'd be close together
The whole night long.
It was gonna be perfect;
It was their prom.
Posted: 2012-04-15 22:02:41 UTC

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