I remember:
The city had a thoroughly modern feel that day when slim and feathery she hopped into my life all legs and laughter.
She to me is gracious London.
Like the gherkin to the skyline
And the people trickle down the tubes so busy that they rarely get to meet our girl.
The girl who is the brightest light that scrapes the sky and scratches out a dashing future - Married: one of two...
So now no gushing sentiment or garish words that clash like empty brittle bells;
No talk of new beginnings, open doors or journeys undertaken.
Let us talk of laughter and the tonic of this moment.
Let us drink the future over fastened hands and celebrate the treasures and the rings of this our town.
Our London girl is married.
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