minute form: rhyming couplets 8,4,4,4 times three
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What is something blue; the bride will tuck away her someday in her til-death-do-they-part bouquet-distillation. —by poet Light up the darkness with star sound. honey moon, round, brilliantly blue - preemptive view. Sound of the sky, lights up bride’s gown; blessings flow down. Black rose, of groom, forever bloom in a silver-moonshine bouquet. It’s bride’s someday and her groom’s plight - round-robin rite.
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