I Take My Seat.

From the second I planted my first foot on the ground
The second came with a thirst clenching pound
I instantly knew that whatever I touched
Seemed to be made new
I saw this flawlessness
Took it by its wings and polished it
My perfection is perception
Re-introspection to a tiny little section
As I bring you to the wedding reception
Attending my attention
Too tense when suspense
Drowns in a sound of my feet
Pounding in a pound
The ground feels sweet
I expound with a profound crown
Now I take my seat.

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