I’ll never forget the moment we kissed,
the night of the hayride –
that flash-in-the-pan magic moment
that makes your hair stand on end.
Could be the surge forward
as the house lights fade,
a glance from the lead singer
or a badly timed scissor kick from a trombone player.
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