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Isa Nutter

 Doc Meyers said I had satyriasis,
And Doc Hill called it leucaemia --
But I know what brought me here:
I was sixty-four but strong as a man
Of thirty-five or forty.
And it wasn't writing a letter a day, And it wasn't late hours seven nights a week, And it wasn't the strain of thinking of Minnie, And it wasn't fear or a jealous dread, Or the endless task of trying to fathom Her wonderful mind, or sympathy For the wretched life she led With her first and second husband -- It was none of these that laid me low -- But the clamor of daughters and threats of sons, And the sneers and curses of all my kin Right up to the day I sneaked to Peoria And married Minnie in spite of them -- And why do you wonder my will was made For the best and purest of women?

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