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in Farmit’s home as he with his partner fought,

their children cried and for help desperately sought.



The fight started with Farmit cracking his whip,

hitting his wife on her head, back and hip.



Mrs Farmit screamed and stiffly did struggle;

her flailing arms grabbed Farmit as she did hustle.



‘You’d kill me today! What have I done?

You’d kill me today!’ Mrs Farmit did mourn.