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Just My Luck

One evening in winter we walked in the snow,
It seemed so romantic, but wouldn't you know,
The next day I found her confined to her bed,
With rheumatic fever and cold in the head.

For six weeks she lay on the threshold of death
A pale sickly figure all gasping for breath,
And though she recovered for me it was worse
For when she was better she married her nurse.

 

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Don Matthews

Tue 16th Jul 2019 15:26

The question I ponder
Branwell, to me
Was the nurse that you speak of
A he or a she?.....

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