I Write Poems

She was a super large lady..

Built like a tank..

And I fell in love with her lovely face..

Her bright beaming eyes.. That hot sunny day.. she was dressed in layers of lace..

While the violins played..

That day..

And they danced in the purple hue of a high rise tent and then sliced the cake..

Cause it was her day..

While their eight sons sang.. 😊

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bethsmiles

I'd actually forgotten I'd commented earlier. So the re run was good, too :))))