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The Afterwife

When I was a widow
I met a new girl.
Utterly dazzling
and I said so!
Then in my old age
I flew to the next stage
by quietly, peacefully,
passing away.
Arrived in the afterlife,
greeted by my first strife.
Then, to my horror,
came the afterwife.
Double, double,
toil and trouble.
The water I'm in
just started to bubble.

12 Nov 10

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Hi Linnac - a wry tempoed ditty ditty but feels like it could expand into more of a cogent journey rather than the afterlife/midwife gag. Nice to see a little humour. Mitch :-)
 — pdemitchell