I first met Andrea
Beneath a stone grey
sky
In the barren frost
covered fields
Where the raspberry
canes would grow
Her cheeks were as red
As the expectant fruit
And hair the shade of
chestnut wood
Breath plumed as she
spoke
And her nose dripped
in the cold
Laughter followed her
And her lips always
bore a smile
As we toiled in the
canes
All day long with
knife and twine
And I fell in love
with the girl
Whose hair was
chestnut brown
Amongst the raspberry
canes of autumn
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