The Inevitable
Under the golden sun of Holy Ghost
First Holy Communion little girl cursed
With braces in a pure white dress in lace
Blessed with cherry dimples so simple
In church then off to the ice cream parlor
Chocolate on a cone of course with sprinkles
Blonde hair bouncing on a spring of curls
Jumping for joy with her treat melting
All over the new white gown and veil
What could be more perfect
Why a wedding veil you silly person
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