THE PRIZE
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II want to feel the Aisle,To dance π― my feet to the Isle,Facing you, echoing to my ears π,Saying, I do!IIThe vow to leave my loved ones,The vow to seperate from all to clinge to you,Promise to take, vow to uphold,Till death πdo us part.IIII will summon the sorcerer in camelot,To chant his spells to uphold the day β,To fasten the time β putting my wish in line,For in you i found the me,A rib of my rib for none to say nayIVThe ring π we shall wear,May you kiss π the bride π° will be heard,The veil π° will be removed,A kiss π will flow,And the bouquet π will be thrown,Forever and happily ever after.VA bag π of tuber, 7 barrels of oil β½,2 packs of salt, 10 boxes of attires,I'm ready to pay the prize..Thomas OluwatosinΒ©Fearless Lines