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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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