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Roscoe Purkapile

 She loved me.
Oh! how she loved me! I never had a chance to escape From the day she first saw me.
But then after we were married I thought She might prove her mortality and let me out, Or she might divorce me.
But few die, none resign.
Then I ran away and was gone a year on a lark.
But she never complained.
She said all would be well, That I would return.
And I did return.
I told her that while taking a row in a boat I had been captured near Van Buren Street By pirates on Lake Michigan, And kept in chains, so I could not write her.
She cried and kissed me, and said it was cruel, Outrageous, inhuman! I then concluded our marriage Was a divine dispensation And could not be dissolved, Except by death.
I was right.

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