Prom?
Alexzandria Leanne Clouse, I am so happy to call you mine;
Not just because you're so dang fine.
You've got a smile as bright as the sun;
And make me feel like the lottery, I've won.
I'll never understand how you're so funny;
But, girl, we go together like bees and honey.
At Greymont, from the start;
You had already won my heart.
Now, if I've got your palm in my palm;
Will you go with me to the prom?
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