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Remembering the days of watching submarine races.
Whatever happen to those places in time?
Making love on a riverbank and passionate embraces,
Of memories in monochrome now in techno color.
The high school book bound in leather. 
Now with yellowed pages in an old hat box.
Joyful tears stream down my face,
As I envisioned memories my Auburn hair maiden.

I remember the Senior Prom in the auditorium,
And your Carnation I bought from my weekly allowance. 
Penned to a strap on your lovely aqua blue gown,
You were talk of the school that final year.
For choosing me on your dance card.
The geek with the bottle glasses,
And long eye lashes.

Wearing my class ring around your neck. 
Waltzing beneath the basketball goal,
On the hardwood gym floor in our socks.
Whispering softly our hungry kisses.
The band played, "Last Cheaters Waltz." 
Sneaking raw whiskey in your silk purse.
We made highballs in Styrofoam cups.
The next day's hangover were tomorrow's kisses.

You enter the room carrying coffee and biscuits,
Smiling at me and turning the pages.
Looking down at the Carnation from 1979,
Your freckles on your face glow your happiness,
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