The Man Who Bought The Farm

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  “ THE MAN WHO BOUGHT THE FARM “

He said a train, would come right through, our farm of 80 years …

But when he said, we’d have to leave, my Mary wept no tears …

He said he’d come, with lots of gold, and papers we would sign…

Then turned his back… and walked away… paying us no mind…

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Off to sleep my Mary went, her gown of tattered lace …

A funny twinkle in her eye’s, a smile on her face … 

I guess it must be time to go, the last words she had said …

For on the following morning, I found her cold and dead…

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 I wrap her in her favorite drapes… her pillow for her head…

I put her in a wheel barrel… and roll near the shed…

I dig a hole wide and deep… then sit to take a rest…

And as I turn… I see the man… In his fancy vest…

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He brought his gifts… as he said… three spikes of solid gold !

I sign his dirty paper work… and then the farm was sold…

What happened to your wife, he asks … I said, she died in bed…

Then I took that golden spike … And drove it in his head…

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I watch the blood run down his face… and on that fancy vest…

Then I took another spike… and stuck it in his chest…

Falling down … upon his face … I’m sure his world went black…

But then I took that final stake… and drove it in his back…

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I had to laugh… This man is dead… I know he meant no harm…

He was just a simple man…

The man… who bought… the farm…

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RSL

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