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Thursday, February 7, 2008

Jane,1873

Rating: 4.3
He must have been nervous waiting at the church.
She'd got through two husbands already:
the first stabbed himself with his pitchfork,
a careless yet difficult achievement;
the second, they say, dived from the crow's nest
to rescue a sailor overboard,
but misjudged it and hit the deck -
unusual for a lookout to leave his post.
Fell, jumped or pushed, he left her
once more widowed,
and Daniel, nervously, number three,
odds on for a suspicious end...

although he died in bed at 90,
presumably just good enough
for her very demanding family.
Wild Bill Balding
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julesx 64 06 May 2008
At least she kept going with marriage number three, isn't life about the person you become along the way - being nuctured and growing with each episode in life moreso being allowed to do so freely...... sorry I am rambling x
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