3 Dimensional Interactive Movies

Revised sonnet #1400

Though pretty she is much much later years
Her blonde hair bob is faded ashen white
The fine veil frame embroidered by tear spheres
The husbands coffin brought in burial rite
He had height she stood short though were they peers
Our better half oft shed say sweet shed skite
They would imbibe together crafted beers
I loved them mild as any brother might
Id bumbled bad benign bisexual bent
I played the possum pleased thus kindred folk
I followed him and her about a joke
I doted dumb on both now evident
I hold her hand hard halve woe we will weep
I dread to delve she simpers mine to keep
Chorus weep blubber cry