This wasn’t difficult, the best day of my life?
Rolling back the years, with no regrets or fears, the day I married my wife
A day of joy, a day of warmth the best day of my life
That day in December, so cold I remember, but under a pale full sun
Frozen bridesmaids charms my brothers in arms, that beautiful lady I’d won.
All words Meadowhead Bard.

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