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First Dance

Teetering in white heels, only a couple inches tall.

Tugging at her dress, making it stay in place,

Blue taffeta with a sweetheart neckline and an a-line skirt.

Fidgeting, curling a strand of her bouncy hair.

She came with a “date”, just a friend for real.

Standing with her girlfriends, giggling away.

Watching the ‘mature’ girls dance with boys.

She and her friends headed outside.

The sun shown bright and a camera came out.

Cheesy smiles, silly poses, and giggles,

Everyone dressed to the nines.

Thirst came over so they head back in.

The punch was sweet and cold,

A boy dressed in a blue suit served the cups.

A slowish song came on, an 80s ballad,

and her ‘date’ swayed awkwardly on the floor.

Finally, the dimmed lights flickered on,

And the kids made their way to the doors.

A quick peck on the cheek for thanks,

Happy she didn’t have to go it alone.

First Dance.

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