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Thursday, October 29, 2009

Fable of my widow.

I married a widow,

Ere she opened a window,

So I can play a fiddle,

To the song I can paddle,

As full troth of my shingle.

She brought to my table

Lots of roses, silk and sable,

And on sultry silky saddle,

I cradled her with fables

Of things I am able.

Two score and Ten

We are still able,

To tell tales of fables

Of things I’ve been able

To bring to the table

And she has more sables

I married a widow

And life opened a window

Of what I am able.

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