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Edward Dyson - The Weeds
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Brown passed away, and Mrs Brown,
In weeds all smothered, went through town
By Brown`s neat grave to take her stand,
And hold a metaphoric hand.
She diligently drove away
The sorrel springing every day.

When Mrs. Robert Wittle died
Poor Bob would sit her grave beside
On Sunday afternoons, and shed
His briny tribute to the dead;
And dimpled Mrs. brown and he
Had quite a bond of sympathy.

But presently, I understand,
`Twas Bob who held the widow`s hand.
She decker herself in orange spray,
And all her weeds she cast away.
Now where the sorrel sheds its seeds
Brown`s grave is thick with widow`s weeds.
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