S'Heaven
On seven hills,
In seven countries,
Seven brides were set to wed
Seven grooms,
Not seven brothers,
Though all sevens’ fathers were all dead.
Seven maids
And seven ushers,
Each stood seven and a half foot tall.
Seven priests
Seven services
Seven “I dos”, on brides lips fall.
Seven honeymoons,
Seven flights
Each couple went for seven nights.
Seven Minutes
In Seventh heaven
For seven sessions of pure delight.
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