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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=527641" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>After A Wedding.</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">After singing in the choir <br>at the major’s daughter’s wedding </div><div style="margin:10px 0">you were all invited <br>to the posh reception </div><div style="margin:10px 0">and you watched <br>the other guests </div><div style="margin:10px 0">move around <br>the gardens and marquees </div><div style="margin:10px 0">feeling rather out <br>of your class and league</div><div style="margin:10px 0">and then she came <br>along side you and said </div><div style="margin:10px 0">maybe one day <br>we can get married </div><div style="margin:10px 0">like the major’s daughter <br>and have children </div><div style="margin:10px 0">and be happy <br>and not have to feel </div><div style="margin:10px 0">out of our class <br>and utterly lonely </div><div style="margin:10px 0">and not have <br>my mother breathing </div><div style="margin:10px 0">down my neck <br>to marry some schmuck</div><div style="margin:10px 0">and you said <br>who knows maybe </div><div style="margin:10px 0">and you smiled <br>and she put her arm </div><div style="margin:10px 0">through yours <br>and you walked together </div><div style="margin:10px 0">amongst the guests <br>and other members </div><div style="margin:10px 0">of the church choir <br>beneath the summer sun </div><div style="margin:10px 0">not knowing then <br>that it was not to be </div><div style="margin:10px 0">that she would marry another <br>under a different sky </div><div style="margin:10px 0">and not live <br>happy ever after </div><div style="margin:10px 0">but get cancer <br>and die.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">After singing in the choir <br>at the major’s daughter’s wedding </div><div style="margin:10px 0">you were all invited <br>to the posh reception </div><div style="margin:10px 0">and you watched <br>the other guests </div><div style="margin:10px 0">move around <br>the gardens and marquees </div><div style="margin:10px 0">feeling rather out <br>of your class and league</div><div style="margin:10px 0">and then she came <br>along side you and said </div><div style="margin:10px 0">maybe one day <br>we can get married </div><div style="margin:10px 0">like the major’s daughter <br>and have children </div><div style="margin:10px 0">and be happy <br>and not have to feel </div><div style="margin:10px 0">out of our class <br>and utterly lonely </div><div style="margin:10px 0">and not have <br>my mother breathing </div><div style="margin:10px 0">down my neck <br>to marry some schmuck</div><div style="margin:10px 0">and you said <br>who knows maybe </div><div style="margin:10px 0">and you smiled <br>and she put her arm </div><div style="margin:10px 0">through yours <br>and you walked together </div><div style="margin:10px 0">amongst the guests <br>and other members </div><div style="margin:10px 0">of the church choir <br>beneath the summer sun </div><div style="margin:10px 0">not knowing then <br>that it was not to be </div><div style="margin:10px 0">that she would marry another <br>under a different sky </div><div style="margin:10px 0">and not live <br>happy ever after </div><div style="margin:10px 0">but get cancer <br>and die.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">After singing in the choir <br>at the major’s daughter’s wedding </div><div style="margin:10px 0">you were all invited <br>to the posh reception </div><div style="margin:10px 0">and you watched <br>the other guests </div><div style="margin:10px 0">move around <br>the gardens and marquees </div><div style="margin:10px 0">feeling rather out <br>of your class and league</div><div style="margin:10px 0">and then she came <br>along side you and said </div><div style="margin:10px 0">maybe one day <br>we can get married </div><div style="margin:10px 0">like the major’s daughter <br>and have children </div><div style="margin:10px 0">and be happy <br>and not have to feel </div><div style="margin:10px 0">out of our class <br>and utterly lonely </div><div style="margin:10px 0">and not have <br>my mother breathing </div><div style="margin:10px 0">down my neck <br>to marry some schmuck</div><div style="margin:10px 0">and you said <br>who knows maybe </div><div style="margin:10px 0">and you smiled <br>and she put her arm </div><div style="margin:10px 0">through yours <br>and you walked together </div><div style="margin:10px 0">amongst the guests <br>and other members </div><div style="margin:10px 0">of the church choir <br>beneath the summer sun </div><div style="margin:10px 0">not knowing then <br>that it was not to be </div><div style="margin:10px 0">that she would marry another <br>under a different sky </div><div style="margin:10px 0">and not live <br>happy ever after </div><div style="margin:10px 0">but get cancer <br>and die.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">After singing in the choir <br>at the major’s daughter’s wedding </div><div style="margin:10px 0">you were all invited <br>to the posh reception </div><div style="margin:10px 0">and you watched <br>the other guests </div><div style="margin:10px 0">move around <br>the gardens and marquees </div><div style="margin:10px 0">feeling rather out <br>of your class and league</div><div style="margin:10px 0">and then she came <br>along side you and said </div><div style="margin:10px 0">maybe one day <br>we can get married </div><div style="margin:10px 0">like the major’s daughter <br>and have children </div><div style="margin:10px 0">and be happy <br>and not have to feel </div><div style="margin:10px 0">out of our class <br>and utterly lonely </div><div style="margin:10px 0">and not have <br>my mother breathing </div><div style="margin:10px 0">down my neck <br>to marry some schmuck</div><div style="margin:10px 0">and you said <br>who knows maybe </div><div style="margin:10px 0">and you smiled <br>and she put her arm </div><div style="margin:10px 0">through yours <br>and you walked together </div><div style="margin:10px 0">amongst the guests <br>and other members </div><div style="margin:10px 0">of the church choir <br>beneath the summer sun </div><div style="margin:10px 0">not knowing then <br>that it was not to be </div><div style="margin:10px 0">that she would marry another <br>under a different sky </div><div style="margin:10px 0">and not live <br>happy ever after </div><div style="margin:10px 0">but get cancer <br>and die.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Terry+Collett">Terry Collett</a><div class=q>
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at the major’s daughter’s wedding 

you were all invited 
to the posh reception 

and you watched 
the other guests 

move around 
the gardens and marquees 

feeling rather out 
of your class and league

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