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A. B. Jackson
A London Wedding
A London Wedding
A London Wedding
The groom is anybody’s guess. He goescasual-incognito, this year’s look.
His backpack’s full of perfumes, and a book.
A party popper’s pulled and he explodes.
Relatives are thrilled to bits. It shows:
confetti, carbon-based; a rush of blood.
Bodies lie divided under God.
The groom enjoys a honeymoon of groans.
© 2006, A. B. Jackson
Publisher: The Times Literary Supplement,
Publisher: The Times Literary Supplement,
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A London Wedding
The groom is anybody’s guess. He goescasual-incognito, this year’s look.
His backpack’s full of perfumes, and a book.
A party popper’s pulled and he explodes.
Relatives are thrilled to bits. It shows:
confetti, carbon-based; a rush of blood.
Bodies lie divided under God.
The groom enjoys a honeymoon of groans.
A London Wedding
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