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Sep 2014
The idea of marriage was such a curse,
the bride and groom turned up in a hearse.
Sat on the back seat clutching a bouquet of stunning black roses.
the gorgeous bridesmaids sat scratching their noses.
The bridesmaids sat in the bridal car,
worked out cheaper that way by far.
The groom wore a white suit,
it made him look cool,
The bride dressed in black,
she broke all of the rules.
He stuck his ring upon her finger,
it didn't fit too well,
The poor beautiful bride,
She had piled on buckets of weight,
her finger swelled,
so on this her special day,
she really didn't look great.
(C) Livvi
Sorry it's a silly one, sense of humour got let out **
Olivia Kent
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Olivia Kent  Southampton, Hampshire.
(Southampton, Hampshire.)   
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