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I am Jack’s unrepenting rage. Jack is a hack And I’m through acting on his stage. I I am Jack’s revolted astuteness. Without me Jack would be clueless. I I am Jack’s weakened
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The cat on the mat
The cat sat on the mat. And doing so he started athinking, Pondering and wondering: „Why did he have to be a cat?” He saw no logic in that. A tiger he wanted to be, To roam wild and be
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Inter-changeability
Lakes of tar beneath my feet, Blazing lights cutting the sky. While I see my willow weep, In my mind I want to die. I am carried by the wind, Feel and taste are distant past. No more
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