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sonnet #1,654

White stephanaoitis sprays framed my white veil,
I clutched and seethed at my white satin muff;
I browsed the best man pulling his sharp cuff,
The organ rang a stave as if a scale.
He could on second thought embarrassed bail,
The midnight call from me deemed curious stuff;
Through gritted teeth he'd groaned he'd seen enough,
We'd meet at the altar, whole and hale.
I'd pressed my petticoat flush over hoops,
My white satin gown ribbed stiff that blunder;
Emotive mother, sis and I loopy loops,
Photographer catching stuff asunder.
One another till one day we perish,
Charmed, we vowed to honour love and cherish.

(Chorus)

o cherish
o sustain
o treasure