It wasn’t a field of baby’s breath.
It was nothing like a garden of sages.
It didn’t go by like glitter in the air.
It did not feel like one for the ages.

It never made me feel like a new woman,
It certainly was not a call for confession.
It never had a gloomy effect on me,
And it didn’t lead me to obsession.

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