Frankly speaking, by God,
I went to the seminar
Not to hear her meaningless broken lines,
But to see her bobby-cut face,
Bobbed and golden brown,
Painted and grey
And smiling.
I also came to know
That she has divorced her husband
Who was but a henpecked hubby
And now is free,
Handsome and bachelor,
I mean living single.
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