With a fork in my hand and a gleam in my eyes
I caught you not enirely by supprise
A precious moment we wished not to hurry
when I covered you, head to toe, in red curry
Our guests where bewildered and eyed for an exit
And guests leaving weddings certainly wrecks it
You brushed off the curry, I laid the fork resting
as we tried to assure them that we're only jesting
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Je Suis Charlie
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