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It never came into my mind / Until I was ready to die / That Jenny had loved me to death, with malice of heart.
For I was seventy, she was thirty-five, / And I wore myself to a shadow trying to husband / Jenny, rosy Jenny full of the ardor of life.
For all my wisdom and grace of mind / Gave her no delight at all, in very truth, / But ever and anon she spoke of the giant strength / Of Willard Shafer, and of his wonderful feat / Of lifting a traction engine out of the ditch / One time at Georgie Kirby's.
So Jenny inherited my fortune and married Willard --
That mount of brawn! That clownish soul!