I like this poem,
Jim and I were friends until one day a pretty girl passed our way
and from that time on each aspired to win our fair maidens heart.
Although I tried every art and each winning smile day by day I saw my chances grow more nile........until one day she married Jim.
Ahhhhh lucky Jim how I envy him.
Three years past..........long and bitter years they seemed to me, until one day Jim died and there arose that burning desire once again inside.
I wooed and I cooed and I married her atlast...and now she is my wife and I know just what there is to married life.....I think of Jim...lying there under the ground......peace and quite most profound
Ahhhh lucky Jim how I envy him.
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