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At St Paul’s

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A wedding party turned up, on their way to the reception. At first the bride and groom sat in their Merc and waited. Then they got out, and the crowd surrounding them, which got big quite quickly, chanted the Wedding March and cheered as the glowing couple walked off.

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  1. Bob Beck says:

    I’m trying to work out a chant, but can manage only:

    “This is what —
    Matrimony looks like…”

    It scans not half-badly, if you syncopate it by pausing for a beat after “what.” But I’m sure it could be bettered.

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