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Never the Bridesmaid
Dust motes rejoice in light
Cutlery on table gleams
Breeze gentle before the night
Through tabled aisles a vision rarely seen
Whispered compliments passed by
Looks remain unchecked
Head subdued not high
Walks easily without neglect
She could easily be wearing hat
Scarf of matching hue
Earrings of where it’s at
Buckle on her shoe
Plain clothes is all
Subtle make up, eyes unlined
Unknowingly Belle of the Ball
Hair falls unconfined
Talks and smiles with ease
Glass slips easily to hand
Attention given equally
Song strikes up from the band
Mind screams to offer dance
To hand her bride’s bouquet
To quietly bathe this day
In a sea of elegance
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