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About This Poem
May Day Bliss
First kisses long past, the day to wed was now here,
we neared the charming mill, the pond and two white swans
foretold good fortune to all those who appeared.
The Ode to Joy was playing as we two walked the aisle
each young maid and groom stood and simply smiled and smiled.
The priest and parents all enthralled nothing amiss
This May Day we were joined, we hoped, into married bliss.
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