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aisle, altar, marching bride, as father gives to me her hand, it's odd, those tear-glints in his eyes; aisle, altar, waiting groom, while giving him my daughter's hand, my welling tears are no surprise.

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Date: 9/22/2024 11:52:00 PM
Wow! Congrats! thanks for sharing this delightful muse of yours. God bless you.
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