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December 15, 2012

 

 

I look at women with husbands one,

and wonder how they made it through.

For I got rid of husband two, after

discovering things, he didn’t know I knew.

I then went on to husband three,

who nearly was the death of me.

Then like a fool, as past before,

I stumbled onto number four.

The pattern was heading in the same old way,

until he dropped down dead,

on a wet May day.

Now I’m free to go out and jive, and have

decided there’ll be no number five.

 

   

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