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Somewhere in her white house 
There was a gray future spouse 
Looking for cheese 
Doing as he please 
Enchanting accent came from the mouth 
A drawing sound noting the south 
Filled with luring charm 
Made a home by telling many a yarn 
Living in a guest quarter 
Which he could barely afford her 
Making his ways through academic halls 
Everyone studying engravings on the walls 
Defending peaceful thoughts interacting throughout student’s mall 
Coming to a relaxing place 
Seeing Carolina’s face 
“They are making their case”
The blue angel said 
About the reason she should not wed 
And take a lifelong committed man into her first bed 
“We have a right 
During our fight 
To cross our stripes 
Challenging city slicker’s type 
Slanting our color navy being no fool 
While having a civil feud” 
Wanting a comfort shot he stood calm 
Listening to reality going on 
This was love not a raunchy affair 
Where revenge was the dare 
“We made an X for a reason 
It was not an ax that was treason 
Wanting out of the union 
Northerner’s knew not what they were doing 
Money here money there 
We belles had land everywhere” 
Now this fellow 
Understood his bride’s bellow 
And wanted a few minutes to mellow 
“Look at the sun 
It is almost done 
Orange skies 
You are marrying a beautiful guy 
I am a gamecock 
Early morning riser with nice stock 
While you are a Tar Heel 
When hearts were a major steal 
Our relationship is very real 
Friends and family will watch us seal 
This romantic deal
Then enjoy a joyful meal”
Hearing his soothing voice 
She knew he was the proper choice 
“Our United States is at war 
Diplomatic rhetoric acting out having the stage floor
Rotten as a big apple at the core” 
Honest feelings had truth 
Questionable just like the Yankee spectacle Babe Ruth 
“Remember when physical interaction was deemed a sin 
Gossip talking where the two have been 
After our vows and we are alone 
Shutting off all Ma Bell phones 
I will state to only you 
Never will we be through”
Below the Mason Dixon line 
Where others are treated very kind 
Moon reminded them where they met 
No longer was the daylight set 
Darkness figured out this was the perfect get  
Lunar glare smiling watching the innocent talk 
Hoping they will be happy after the matrimony walk
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