Grief and it’s adjuncts

You think that grief is hard and it is so

But harder still is emptiness of soul

Do not expect rewards for loving well

The more you love the more your loss is hell

Why did I spend all my time with him?

I could have drowned my soul
I imbibed gin

He said he hated me, where to begin

I was just too stupid to die then

He liked me much he worshipped my best coa to

The collar at the neckline looked like stoat

I thought that it was mink so warm in boats

Fare thee well dear husband you can’t vote

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