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My Husbands

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 My first I wed when just sixteen
And he was sixty-five.
He treated me like any queen The years he was alive.
Oh I betrayed him on the sly, Like any other bitch, and how I longed for him to die And leave me young and rich! My second is a gigolo I took when I was old; That he deceives me well I know, And hungers for my gold.
When I adore each silken hair That crowns his handsome head, I'm everlastingly aware He wishes I were dead.
How I would love my vieux if he Today were by my side; My gig would have been daft for me When I was first a bride.
But for his mother I can pass, Although I am his wife; Like father was my first - alas! The irony of life.

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