"I do have a venue," said the bride-to-be. "I know I do. I have to find it. I will. I WILL!"
"There she is!" she said. "There is my venue!" She ran up to it.*
The Michigan Union, a building with history
Halls singing of maize and blue glory
Floor-to-ceiling windows and marble tiles
Chandeliers, hardwood floors, old-world style
However, with students milling around
And beginning our union at a Union
Where I used to study began to compound:
All of a sudden this doesn't seem so grand.
"I do have a venue," said the bride-to-be. "I know I do. I have to find it. I will. I WILL!"
"There she is!" she said. "There is my venue!" She ran up to it.