I heard you lost your hubby
They said he was a jolly fellow
I heard you cry in the lobby
It must be hard on weeping willow
You thought me how to mend sonnet
Here is a sonnet to mend your heart
You make me write poems like Monet
Here is a poem for your over laden cart
Sometimes I wonder what life
Would have been without death
Life is a journey with much strife
I hope you still think of Kath
I heard she died in the hands of her beloved
It’s a lonely world Sarah, we pray be loved
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