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The Raspberry Farmer

You were a man
Of average height
Light green eyes
And thinning hair
Light green eyes
And bitten nails

She was slight
Her flowered dress
And knitted sweater
Soft curled hair
So ladylike

She was your second choice
She knew
She never was, would be the one

Life, not death would part you
In some ways
Far more cruel

Leaving her
With the pretty little house
Worth $4 million
Or so
In those days, anyway
But not enough

Wanting to take the children
And leave
To marry a raspberry farmer

Leave that pretty little house
Take the children
A farm near a prison
Your children
And your second choice.

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