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Submitted by calliope on 31 October 2007 - 3:28pm.| Updated 31 October 2007 - 4:28pm.
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Dropped along the ridden path,
Was once an object a lady hath,
Tossed aside through an open carriage,
Never made it to the marriage,
A veil unveiled without a thought,
By a peasant girl the veil was caught,
Made new again with love and care,
Set atop the peasants hair,
Worn along the aisle of love,
Guided by those from up above.
I want the raw truth, feel free to knock me on my back
(1 vote)
You had me at the Title and opening line
As a hitchhikrer I may be biased though.A whole fairy tale in
ten verses.Thank you Lacy.
In ink,
Dabbler