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Wed In Red - a magic 9 poem
She a bride wore red
She didn't conform to the day
Of white veil that led
To travails of aisle and crown
What a pity her friends all said
They are so beautiful together
But their vows were civil-ly read
She let them have their say
Yet she the bride wore red
Wed In Red © gillena cox 2024
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