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Jun 2014
Hanging upside down
He wriggled
And he struggled
Then he wriggled some more.
But no matter how he wriggled
Or how he was cheered and applauded
No matter how much he huffed
Puffed and blushed
There was no getting out
Of the straight jacket
Wriggle Wriggle
Struggle
The cheering turns to jeering
The clapping to back slapping
As he huffed and puffed
The jeering came to creshendo
The audience gasped for breath
As did the wriggler
Who wiggled
To his death
Ta daa!
Shaded Lamp
Written by
Shaded Lamp  Sweden
(Sweden)   
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