Jack Did


When I’m singing

I’m my soul


When I’m writing

I’m a hopeless


Looking for

Sheer perfection

I tell these truths

To keep life away

Long enough to


Why not paint

the fence white

With a full line

Of trees,with a

Rose bush to

Mark the corner

Of our property

To see that house

That normally

I won’t get to see

Why not have

The house

That Jack did

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