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          While the Music Played
          By Louis McKee

          One night while the music played
          Diane kissed me
          the way she had
          kissed everyone one time
          or another, but that night
          was mine, and you couldn't get it
          off of me with a gun.
          I thought about it, the next
          morning, walking to school,
          how great it was, a kiss
          could last so long, not exactly
          a secret on your mouth;
          I think of it today and wonder
          if anyone notices.

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