Proud, full of sense in nervous instances,
she walked laughing on the tricky cliffs,
bathing in gasps and sound advice.
She was spry and popular at the dances,
split the pints and sampled the fifths
and never at all succumbed to vice.
Her laughter was antiseptic, like the smell
of her hair, and when she called on friends
they were very glad but called her aloof.
Her boyfriend was handsome, dumb, but swell
and worked steadily for the proper ends.
He married, though, and she jumped off a roof.
But she survived, still laughing, and walked
with a limp, never cried but always talked,
married quickly and kept the bottle corked.
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