She was a looker

She came in with her gaggle of girls, laughing aloud, enjoying the attention

She knew she had that thing

He was new, back in town from a voyage afar

He walked with the confidence of a man who’s been to places

His American Marlboro Red lazily resting from his lip

He smiled and gave her a kind stare

She liked him

He liked her

They danced the night away

Each sharing a puff of his smoke, drinks in hand, feet shuffling, laughter abound

To be Young

To be Free

My Mother.

My Father.

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