Elegy

        I remember my wife in white

That sudden Sunday morning,

When the sun crushed down

And the skies turned black

The dog fretted unceasing

And the kittens sauntered uneasing

I remember my wife in

In silky milky white.

That sudden Sunday morning

When white rose fell to the ground,

And the soils turned to hard stone.

I remember my wife in white

That sudden Sunday morning,

When the sun crushed down,

And the skies turned black

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