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There once was a person called Jack

Who had a young brother named Zack

They went to a store,

To buy a red floor

And found out they'll never go back!

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This, like all other poems in this folder, were written by me when I was 12 years old, and half the time, they make no sense. You'll realize as you move on to my more recent poetry, is a lot better.

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