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Jack entered centre stage With a flourish, And a wooden spoon, To a stainless steel home, Gilded in precious metals. His lineage was confirmed. He would become A stationary salesman, Bent under the weight Of headboards and showrooms. Nesting tables would be His succor. But, there was a sideline Of coffins in the adjoining parlor, And Jack was schooled In the features For prospective clients.. Too young for overseas duty, Jack was an apprentice wanderer for Forty wilderness years, Selling, dealing. He raged, But never struck out In anger. Jack is embedded In the peripheral. We don't know Jack.
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Feb 18, 2015
Feb 18, 2015 at 10:58 AM UTC
We Don't Know Jack
Jack entered centre stage With a flourish, And a wooden spoon, To a stainless steel home, Gilded in precious metals. His lineage was confirmed. He would become A stationary salesman, Bent under the weight Of headboards and showrooms. Nesting tables would be His succor. But, there was a sideline Of coffins in the adjoining parlor, And Jack was schooled In the features For prospective clients.. Too young for overseas duty, Jack was an apprentice wanderer for Forty wilderness years, Selling, dealing. He raged, But never struck out In anger. Jack is embedded In the peripheral. We don't know Jack.
Jack died of natural causes. Today.
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Feb 18, 2015
Feb 18, 2015 at 10:58 AM UTC
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