Bent Penny
Sun shines bright on the happy bride
Walking slowly, on the arm of dad
To the back door of the church
Preparing for the grand entrance
Waiting for the march of the organ
All in white, seed already planted
I stoop to pick up a penny
Dad always said to put found pennies in your shoe
For luck
This penny was bent and sharp
Had obviously been through something in its life
To roughen it
But in the bridal shoe it went
The march began
Slowly I limped into the church
A bride, with an omen in her shoe
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