4/20/2026 for Six and Seven Poetry Contest sponsored by Nette Onclaud
Wearing his bracelet, she was a sight made of bright twinkles, and swirling moonlight. Given by Vincent and his vivid brush, the bold starry night did not blush. As he gazed from his hospital room, Night was the bride, Vincent the groom.
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