Bridal Party
The bridal autos bullied their way through traffic
With rough good nature and with streamers flowing.
Everyone turned to stare (including Envy)
At the loud horns blowing.
And from the autos came a blab of voices-
I heard the sound of unborn generations
Hurry to greet the uncreated Future
And all its revelations!
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