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Nov 2016
I'm curious
And I love being curious.
But curiosity killed the cat.
Which means curiosity is a murderer.
The cat only wanted to know what things meant
So curiosity gave her shoes of cement
And threw her in the river to prevent
The ugly past of curiosity from being exposed.
Now that the cat is dead, no one will know.
Written 14 January 2016
Jack Jenkins
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Jack Jenkins  28/M/Washington State
(28/M/Washington State)   
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