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We don't talk about Bruno, no, no, no We don't talk about Bruno, but It was my wedding day (it was our wedding day) We were getting ready, and there wasn't a cloud in the sky (no clouds allowed in the sky) Bruno walks in with a mischievous grin (thunder) You telling this story or am I? I'm sorry, mi vida, go on Bruno says, "It looks like rain" (why did he tell us?) In doing so, he floods my brain Abuela, get the umbrellas Married in a hurricane What a joyous day! But anyway We don't talk about Bruno, no, no, no We don't talk about Bruno Hey, grew to live in fear of Bruno stuttering or stumbling I can always hear him sort of muttering and mumbling I associate him with the sound of falling sand, ch ch ch It's a heavy lift with a gift so humbling Always left Abuela and the family fumbling Grappling with prophecies they couldn't understand Do you understand? A seven-foot frame, rats along his back When he calls your name it all fades to black

hey, sorry for asking but when are the contest results going to be released?

Jesus is Lord 🙏