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He lived down the street from us, And came to be known as, The man whose wife left him. We speculated and surmised. None but two knew the reason why He became The man whose wife left him. He stopped cutting the grass And weeding the beds. He won’t play his uke On the porch like he did. From all accounts, He was a good Dad, None ever heard him Explete a foul word. He worked till retired, Never was fired. I'm told he lived a gentle life; Never started a fight, Or ran from strife. That's what I heard About the man whose wife left him. Left to his own devices, The man whose wife left him, Left.
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Jun 2, 2023
Jun 2, 2023 at 8:28 AM UTC
The Man Whose Wife Left
He lived down the street from us, And came to be known as, The man whose wife left him. We speculated and surmised. None but two knew the reason why He became The man whose wife left him. He stopped cutting the grass And weeding the beds. He won’t play his uke On the porch like he did. From all accounts, He was a good Dad, None ever heard him Explete a foul word. He worked till retired, Never was fired. I'm told he lived a gentle life; Never started a fight, Or ran from strife. That's what I heard About the man whose wife left him. Left to his own devices, The man whose wife left him, Left.
francie-lynch
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Jun 2, 2023
Jun 2, 2023 at 8:28 AM UTC
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