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Husband number one,
"Drink your tea, dear" "Tea's queer" That brings me to; Husband number two, Slash slash slash, His body wasn't hard to stash, Now you see; Husband number three, Electrocuted at lunch, In the middle of a crunch, There are more; Husband number four, Suffocated at night, using a pillow, Natural causes, doctor said, nice fellow, Now he isn't alive; Husband number five, Hammer to his spine, It felt divine, I have my tricks; Husband number six, A spanner to his jugular, Said it was a burglar, That is all thus far.
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