There was no blood on the sheets in which he wrapped her body
No sign of a struggle or forced entry to ever condemn him
She had been dead when he married her
But until she ripened he never could bring himself to let her go
Because a good woman is hard to find
And she'd never given him one moment of grief
Until now...
(2007)
Ted Sheridan
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