Poem for WOL comp

The met on Pearl Harbour night.

Dressed in red from lipstick to heel

She swayed cool grooves

On the floor of the dancehall.

He was on leave, his bowler hat

Tipping in jives.

They kissed, danced, everything else,

Spent the week in luxurious unity,

Mutual bliss, love.

Until his time was up, the war

Ripped them in half...

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