Woe is me, alas, alack!
My husband, I did bury.
Attired in weeds of deepest black,
Now, I’m the widow merry.
(The life cover has been granted...)
Look out world. There's no holding back.
Aboard an oceanic cruise,
Dressed gowns of sequinned black,
Point me to the booze!
(Well, it’s what he would have wanted!)
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