Stories Of The Han

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. . #STORIES 
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