Gosh..Uncly and Poach Cants....I am so sorry.
Boy am I.
You know what?
I leave you the finest of all gifts.
Each other.
Poach..do you take Uncly as your wife, to have and to hold ..in sickness and in health? And never to let anything come between you?
I know you do.
Uncly...do you take Poach as your husband,to have and to hold...in sickness and in health? And never let anything come between you?
I know you do as well.
I now pronounce you...man and wife.
Congratulations,Poach.You may now kissy-poo the bride.
Never break these vows.
Never break your bond.
Never let anything come between you.
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