At times I believe in a grand affair made up of confetti falling from the sky.
Countless streamers have fallen upon the black pavement.
Amidst the commotion the sound of balloon pop is heard.
I see the broad reaching smile of my bride who is the focus of the parade.
I see her wand bedecked in silver glitter with a star at the end of the scepter.
My love sits enthroned upon a processional float, and she waves slowly to the vast
crowd as she is crowned the pageant winner.
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