What's up, guys? So what's on my mind today, The Big Day. I wonder if you guys caught that I said, The Big Day and not MY Big Day. I would eventually have a "Big Day," but this poem is not about that at all. No, this is a poem about a person (me) that knew his time had run out. There would be no hero moment here. No dramatic moment of me rushing in and shouting, "this wedding should not proceed." Nope. According to the Gambler's rules, I should walk away, and that's what I did.  Okay, guys, Let's get into this.

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