The mosquitos bit
Around the running water
In the glade in the trees
With the old millstones
A charcoal heap
Near the rickety bridge
On which a camera clicked
With new photographs
And a bride and groom
With smiles and nerves said "Yes"
In the garden green
Around the Floda Inn
Guests and flower perfumes mingled
With their shades of blue
And after food
And tears and speeches
Celebration continued
In a borrowed room
And a bride and groom
With practice and poise danced
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