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The Happy Triple

I feel like the turd
On the wheel of our unholy matrimony

We're the perfect triple

Unlawfully wed,
I've had her, and held her
For countless days

Forward and backward
For worse and for worst
We grow poorer

It's sickening
How it seems
only death will do us part.

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