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Write about what would happen if the Princess kissed the frog and it turned into something other than a Prince.+/////////////////// MY LUCKY KISS! When I first met my sweet husband, I thought he was a "frog," I wasn't looking for a beau; my head was in a fog! He didn't kiss on our first date; we had just met by chance, We met at a new student jam, a back-to-school dance. I'd come back early just to play and get ready for rush; I met him at some ice-breaker; his kindness made me blush! Now, I'll fess up, I was not looking for a boyfriend-- I was just looking for a pleasant evening, a good time to spend! I saw you at that party; didn't know you very well. Within 10 minutes, you had me in your spell!.
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