Widower Tales

last f’our dignity
love you’n me
whispering fierce
me in you, free

smile enduring
our few aways
love tales f’our
wheel cell days

we’ll sing to walls
f’our kisses’n vows
pine not’r passing
we’ll soon ‘rouse

loves sharp fall
s’deep dagger
imps stab where
angels stagger

half century sown
bliss this tome
chasten caught’r
followed’r home

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