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[title] => Flower Girl
[time] => 2005-06-12 21:53:04
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[bodytext] => Hot was the day The alter was trimed Yellow roses intertwined Season early May Outside under a gazeble A few mumered of the heat Then the sound the wedding beat She was five and adorable As pure as an angel in her white dress Eyes so clearly blue Slowly steping under a golden hue Her blond hair done in the finest French twist Her smile matching afternoon rays Her look as if you dare One must wonder can the bride compare Yellow petals float then gently lay A finally at the alter she dumped her basket Swingng it up over and all around As if to say; There I'm done then dropped it to the ground She went left the ring barer right Smiling all the while Waiting for the bridesmaids she twist and whirle All the bridesmaids another wonderful sight At the alter poudly stood the groom Music changed to "Here comes the Bride" The flower girl her eyes open so wide Her cheeks as a red rose in full bloom All heads naturally turned Old men smiled as women cried Pure beauty was our bride The groom as handsome and so atuned He had reason for his big smile His bride an hourglass petite figure Her face lite brighter than the brighest fire Never such beauty walked down an asile I said the flowergirl stold the show At least she stold a page The bride my granddaughter pride of old age The flowergirl another of grandpa's pride she is my granddaughter also Sinned [comments] => 4 [counter] => 148 [topic] => 30 [informant] => sinned [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 10 [ratings] => 2 [editpoem] => 0 [associated] => [topicname] => PoemsonBeauty )
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