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Random Poem:

Abigail's Wedding
Linnac

I’ve never loved a girl before
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as I loved gentle Abigail.
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We would sit on a dreary beach
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with fatigued feet resting on shale.
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The endless days were beautiful
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as we reclined and dreamed a while.
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My lips would talk of fantasies
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but my eyes stayed upon her smile.
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Abigail told me our wedding
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should be somewhere completely mad.
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Wing walking, underwater or
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beside a dried up lake in Chad.
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We planned the whole ceremony
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until the dull weather turned cool.
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Yes, it would be someplace crazy-
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we would have it at my old school.
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And what about having a pet?
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We knew one was all we could take.
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She said cat but I argued dog.
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So we settled for a large snake.
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A concern flitted through her thoughts-
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would the children have eyes bright blue?
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I said it was not likely but
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“they’ll have the stunning brown of you.”
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She gave me back all my lost hope
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and I felt she was heaven’s send.
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Our wishes would not be realised
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but is it not nice to pretend?
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I had not known Abigail long
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yet I could do nothing but pray
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during the heart-wrenching night that
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I was told she had passed away.
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I joined her years after that time.
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For me, her loving family cried;
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consented to have me buried
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and wed, forever by her side.
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We had planned a life together
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whilst our toes were kissed by sea foam.
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We had planned a life far too late.
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We had met at the old folk’s home.
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