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In winter months when the wall grew cold,
And she shivered because of the chill,
Fred’s overcoat he’d remove and fold
As Jane’s seat, until trembling was still.
He’d hold her to him and whisper things
That would warm Jane to her very core,
And the tighter to Fred she would cling,
The more ardent were his words’ outpour.
For months they’d waited to run away,
With the money her husband would leave.
Fred’s estranged wife would have naught to say,
For neither of their mates, would they grieve.
Fate stepped in to put an end to all,
As Fred came to find Jane being mugged,
Just in time to see his lover fall,
And from her hand a purse being tugged.
Fred wasn’t young, quite unused to speed,
Lacking the stamina to give chase.
Feeling a stronger man she would need,
Jane sought another to take his place.
© Richard McCusker
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