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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

Copyright © | Year Posted 2015

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