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Jack and jill Went up the hill Looking for a thrill. Jack got high And got jill to try Then jack unzipped his fly. Jill bit her lip Placed her hand on his hip And licked around the tip. Jill got top And fell with a plop And the pleasure did not stop. Jack groaned loud Jill was proud Their heads still in the clouds. But as they came down Jill started to frown And jack headed back towards town. Jill sat still Alone on the hill Wishing for another pill. Jack didnt care About what happened there Jills life began to tear. Jill cried alone Jack on his throne Still not answering his phone. Jill went to the hill Hoping for jack still But he didnt even think about jill Jack brought another to set free And was shocked to see Jill standing beside the tree. Jack wasnt glad In fact he was mad That jill was still so sad. Said she gave a good **** But was just a **** And now shes out of luck. Jill just stared As jack glared His heart flickered and flared. He didnt know why So he let out a sigh And all jill could do was cry. Jill fell to her knees And begged jack please But his words didnt ease. He shooed her away So that they could stay And the other girl he could lay. Broke jills heart It fell apart But a fire in jack did start. She moved back east. Jack turned into a beast. On women he did feast. But jack never got enough Noone liked it as rough As jill; she was tough. Jack fell down He hit the ground When he realized he had given jill his crown. Jack visited the hill And felt a little ill At jills heart he did **** Jack hung his head And wished he was dead At the thought of someone else in jills bed. Jack ravaged his brain He jumped on a train And headed out towards the plains. Jill he did find And she was so kind How could he be so blinde? Jack said he was wrong But jill had moved on Her heart sang a new song. Jack died inside His face couldnt hide The saddness flowing like a tide. Jill gave him a pat And said that was that Jack went home and sat. Jack, on his throne. Messaging every girl in his phone But knowing he was forever alone. Jill said all she had to say And went on with her day Eager to go home and play For a king jill did pray And a king she did lay And with a king she did stay. Jill forgot the pain Learned to love again And jack was the one going insane. Many women did jack claim And many he did tame But none of them were the same. Jill had been jacks one But he was too busy having fun And now he has to sit and watch the sun. Jack hates himself still He rests on the hill And take a whole bottle of pills. Jack laid back Foam he spat And let everything fade to black. The lesson is fine If you take the time To really understand this rhyme.
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Jul 28, 2017
Jul 28, 2017 at 4:33 PM UTC
Jack and Jill
Jack and jill Went up the hill Looking for a thrill. Jack got high And got jill to try Then jack unzipped his fly. Jill bit her lip Placed her hand on his hip And licked around the tip. Jill got top And fell with a plop And the pleasure did not stop. Jack groaned loud Jill was proud Their heads still in the clouds. But as they came down Jill started to frown And jack headed back towards town. Jill sat still Alone on the hill Wishing for another pill. Jack didnt care About what happened there Jills life began to tear. Jill cried alone Jack on his throne Still not answering his phone. Jill went to the hill Hoping for jack still But he didnt even think about jill Jack brought another to set free And was shocked to see Jill standing beside the tree. Jack wasnt glad In fact he was mad That jill was still so sad. Said she gave a good **** But was just a **** And now shes out of luck. Jill just stared As jack glared His heart flickered and flared. He didnt know why So he let out a sigh And all jill could do was cry. Jill fell to her knees And begged jack please But his words didnt ease. He shooed her away So that they could stay And the other girl he could lay. Broke jills heart It fell apart But a fire in jack did start. She moved back east. Jack turned into a beast. On women he did feast. But jack never got enough Noone liked it as rough As jill; she was tough. Jack fell down He hit the ground When he realized he had given jill his crown. Jack visited the hill And felt a little ill At jills heart he did **** Jack hung his head And wished he was dead At the thought of someone else in jills bed. Jack ravaged his brain He jumped on a train And headed out towards the plains. Jill he did find And she was so kind How could he be so blinde? Jack said he was wrong But jill had moved on Her heart sang a new song. Jack died inside His face couldnt hide The saddness flowing like a tide. Jill gave him a pat And said that was that Jack went home and sat. Jack, on his throne. Messaging every girl in his phone But knowing he was forever alone. Jill said all she had to say And went on with her day Eager to go home and play For a king jill did pray And a king she did lay And with a king she did stay. Jill forgot the pain Learned to love again And jack was the one going insane. Many women did jack claim And many he did tame But none of them were the same. Jill had been jacks one But he was too busy having fun And now he has to sit and watch the sun. Jack hates himself still He rests on the hill And take a whole bottle of pills. Jack laid back Foam he spat And let everything fade to black. The lesson is fine If you take the time To really understand this rhyme.
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In the front yard Over toward the left Beside the climbing tree Under the branches of the magnolia Is a garden of dahlias And a pond of water lilies Which is great for hiding a body If the need ever arises So what happens when Jill Comes running down the hill Crying to Mary and her lamb About how Jack had laid a hand On her now ever-present frown Spinning her head round Jill is bawling because she knows For breaking Jack's crown she'd face death row? Into the pond half the body goes The other half helps to make the plants grow The girls sit and talk over a cup of tea When Jill ponders over the meaning of free Certainly not the sirens blaring out front This is when Mary stubs out her blunt Wanted for suspected ****** with fear in her eyes Poor Miss Jill would have rather died She begged and she pleaded for some form of mercy But she was tangled in a web of controversy Little lamb taken into custody by law Mary found face down in a bale of straw Foaming at the mouth ***** plus pills equates to south Hauled off to jail And stomach pumped back from hell The girls become shells of nothingness Creating only emptiness
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Jul 7, 2016
Jul 7, 2016 at 12:09 AM UTC
When Nursery Rhymes Meet Reality
I knew a man, a woman too, good hard working souls You’ve heard the stories, read the myths of how they dug their holes I promised them I’d tell the world and make them see the truth That once they were - like you and me - only in their youth They made a stand and brought their cause Died upright not on all fours Jack and Jill were murderers I’m sure you’ve heard them say Of how they pillaged and broke the law But it was the law that did betray In days gone by Jack worked so hard, just trying to appease But life was tough and nothing helped and so the law did squeeze Every penny that he earned was given to the courts Til one day he realised they do nothing but extort Jill was a loving lass of this they all agreed A talented young writer girl and so she was envied She met him in a bar one night and as the music played They fell hard and fast and so began their own crusade Jack and Jill were murderers I’m sure you’ve heard them say Of how they pillaged and broke the law But it was the law that did betray They sentenced him for petty theft and threw him into cells Whilst locked away inside if him vengeance came to swell He said to Jill on his release, “Babe it’s you and me, But know that lest we make a change we never will be free”. A robbery in Austin, a death in Shelby Bay Pin it all on Jack and Jill you hear the lawmen say Yet all they did was fight against a world on self destruct And to this day I never met a couple less corrupt Jack and Jill were murderers I’m sure you’ve heard them say Of how they pillaged and broke the law But it was the law that did betray And in their hearts they knew from when first blood did spill That this was it, the trail's end, the death of Jack and Jill Copyright © 2009-2017 KF and CF
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Dec 7, 2016
Dec 7, 2016 at 9:56 AM UTC
Jack And Jill
I knew a man, a woman too, good hard working souls You’ve heard the stories, read the myths of how they dug their holes I promised them I’d tell the world and make them see the truth That once they were - like you and me - only in their youth They made a stand and brought their cause Died upright not on all fours Jack and Jill were murderers I’m sure you’ve heard them say Of how they pillaged and broke the law But it was the law that did betray In days gone by Jack worked so hard, just trying to appease But life was tough and nothing helped and so the law did squeeze Every penny that he earned was given to the courts Til one day he realised they do nothing but extort Jill was a loving lass of this they all agreed A talented young writer girl and so she was envied She met him in a bar one night and as the music played They fell hard and fast and so began their own crusade Jack and Jill were murderers I’m sure you’ve heard them say Of how they pillaged and broke the law But it was the law that did betray They sentenced him for petty theft and threw him into cells Whilst locked away inside if him vengeance came to swell He said to Jill on his release, “Babe it’s you and me, But know that lest we make a change we never will be free”. A robbery in Austin, a death in Shelby Bay Pin it all on Jack and Jill you hear the lawmen say Yet all they did was fight against a world on self destruct And to this day I never met a couple less corrupt Jack and Jill were murderers I’m sure you’ve heard them say Of how they pillaged and broke the law But it was the law that did betray And in their hearts they knew from when first blood did spill That this was it, the trail's end, the death of Jack and Jill Copyright © 2009-2017 KF and CF
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Jack and Jill: Enter the Matrix Jack and Jill, took the blue pill. The truth they cared not for, the truth they ignored. Their minds couldn't handle, what their brains didn't believe. The truth stood in front of them, but they knew nothing is free. They thought if they learned, What wasn't meant to be known. They would become slaves and never see home. Stood on top of a hill, Jack turned to Jill. Did we make the right choice? Should we have had our eyes opened? Just think of all the things, that we could have learned. But what was the cost, a life time of slavery? In life nothing’s given; foolishness is bravery. Think of all of those heroes, you read about at school. They died for a cause, surely that makes them fools. Sure they found their fame, but only in their deaths; I'd rather be unknown, than take my last breath. But forever more we must know something is missing. Our lives are a lie, our entire existence. Scared of learning, or scared of the consequences? Regrets all we have now, the truth could have been splendid! Our chance has now passed, through fear of being slaves, But we're trapped in this matrix, a slave to the wage. Money and possessions, that’s all that we crave. The heroes may be foolish, but at least they were brave, Enough to at least try; I think we’re the slaves. A glimmer of hope, shines right there in front of us And we turn our backs, through fear and mistrust. We could have been Gods! Better than our fellow man. Now were just numbers, working for 'Uncle Sam'. We could have flown, like birds in the sky, Slowed down time, dodge bullets and not die. We could have lived forever! We could have been just like Neo! Now we’re just worms, to be eaten by the eagles. I hate you Jack! You made me choose wrong. I hate you Jill! I ignored it for a home And a life with my wife. We climb each day for a bucket of water; We can hardly even feed our baby daughter. Jenny's her name, her brother Joe's on the way. What would they choose? Would they choose the same? But our families ok, they won't know that they’re slaves. They'll love life at home and they'll visit our graves. We must teach them, nothing of what we know, For they would grow to hate us and then they would go. Our house is just fine, with the orchards of wine. A family business for a hundred years, Their lives will be the same. Never wanting for anything, they will have all they want; But they can never leave, for this is our spot, Where my mother gave birth, like her mother before; As will Jenny, as did I and as will many more. For life is a circle, what goes around comes around. Repeating history, is what we have found, To work for generations, our family has survived. We’re born here. We live here. And it's here that we die. (C)2005 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
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Jun 8, 2018
Jun 8, 2018 at 2:34 PM UTC
Jack and Jill : Enter the Matrix
Jack and Jill: Enter the Matrix Jack and Jill, took the blue pill. The truth they cared not for, the truth they ignored. Their minds couldn't handle, what their brains didn't believe. The truth stood in front of them, but they knew nothing is free. They thought if they learned, What wasn't meant to be known. They would become slaves and never see home. Stood on top of a hill, Jack turned to Jill. Did we make the right choice? Should we have had our eyes opened? Just think of all the things, that we could have learned. But what was the cost, a life time of slavery? In life nothing’s given; foolishness is bravery. Think of all of those heroes, you read about at school. They died for a cause, surely that makes them fools. Sure they found their fame, but only in their deaths; I'd rather be unknown, than take my last breath. But forever more we must know something is missing. Our lives are a lie, our entire existence. Scared of learning, or scared of the consequences? Regrets all we have now, the truth could have been splendid! Our chance has now passed, through fear of being slaves, But we're trapped in this matrix, a slave to the wage. Money and possessions, that’s all that we crave. The heroes may be foolish, but at least they were brave, Enough to at least try; I think we’re the slaves. A glimmer of hope, shines right there in front of us And we turn our backs, through fear and mistrust. We could have been Gods! Better than our fellow man. Now were just numbers, working for 'Uncle Sam'. We could have flown, like birds in the sky, Slowed down time, dodge bullets and not die. We could have lived forever! We could have been just like Neo! Now we’re just worms, to be eaten by the eagles. I hate you Jack! You made me choose wrong. I hate you Jill! I ignored it for a home And a life with my wife. We climb each day for a bucket of water; We can hardly even feed our baby daughter. Jenny's her name, her brother Joe's on the way. What would they choose? Would they choose the same? But our families ok, they won't know that they’re slaves. They'll love life at home and they'll visit our graves. We must teach them, nothing of what we know, For they would grow to hate us and then they would go. Our house is just fine, with the orchards of wine. A family business for a hundred years, Their lives will be the same. Never wanting for anything, they will have all they want; But they can never leave, for this is our spot, Where my mother gave birth, like her mother before; As will Jenny, as did I and as will many more. For life is a circle, what goes around comes around. Repeating history, is what we have found, To work for generations, our family has survived. We’re born here. We live here. And it's here that we die. (C)2005 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
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Jack and Jill went up the hill Tires, fast, pebbles flying into the night air, unaware of what's to come. To fetch a pail of Water Clear liquid, sizzling, burning as it rushes down the throat as if it were going out of style, hot as the poker that burns his insides and sears his thoughts. Thoughts that buzzed around his brain and stuck like knives in flesh. One Sip, Two Sip, Red Blood, Blue Veins. Just Pull the trigger. Jack fell down and broke his crown Sirens, one am, MY SON MY SON MY SON MY SON JACK And Jill came tumbling after. Up Jack got, and home did trot Blurry faces, a crowd, the cries, the silent sobs, the mourning, the miss you's, the goodbyes. As fast as he could caper Classmates. Too young. A loss. A tragedy. The boss up above was not enough to dissuade this young boy. Crossed the boarder, shooting range, gun in back, bottle in hand. To old Dame Dob, who patched his *** Wood. Dark wood, Red wood, Light wood, nails, ***** pound the hammer in BAM BAM BAM BAM BAM. Fates sealed, game over. With vinegar and brown paper Paper. A picture in the year book. A face, a name, another dead body. Crossed the boarder, shooting range, gun in back, bottle in hand. One Sip, Two Sip, Red Blood, Blue Veins, Stabbing thoughts, falling, break his crown, go up the hill, sit under the tree. smash the bottle. Just pull the trigger. Bang.
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May 20, 2017
May 20, 2017 at 9:37 PM UTC
Jack and Jill
It was as if a normal day, Until you decided to come this way Invited me with open arms, “Never will we be apart.” You said. It was as if I wasn’t nervous, Held your hand, locked it on purpose —We started this hillclimb. It was as if we were Jack and Jill, Just that we weren’t rolling down this hill, The darkness was overwhelming And the silence deafening But I knew everything was fine Because you are with me, Because our hands our locked tight. But when the angry storm came through, Your fear overpowered you. You left me alone on this journey, You made your way out. That’s when I knew, The person you started the journey with doesn’t always end up with you.
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May 21, 2020
May 21, 2020 at 11:00 PM UTC
The Hillclimb
“Can we keep it together”, When so far apart? Romeo & Juliet had the heart, But when came time to strike the flame, They went down the mountain Into a hurl of fame. They went down the mountain, And spilled the water; Could not have hit them harder: ….Not so much has changed, since then…. ©2026Ellen Finn
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Feb 3
Feb 3, 2026 at 1:48 PM UTC
The Magic of "Soul-mates" vs. Their Demise