A stroke of luck

A sweet , not enough married, woman now majorly spinsterish all by herself has now her lips sealed to any nature.

What stroke of luck,we say, her life and limb are not stitched to bathroom and bed.Trust her luck to keep her hands free.

We old men still have our hands free and while we are at it our poems flow and by a stroke of luck we have lips free.

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