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HAPPY JACK
Jack did frolic in the field.
Happiness he did wield.
Jumping, hopping to and fro,
Overboard he did go.
His friends he did astound.
Kindness did abound.
Each leap of his laughter,
Some wondered what was after.
Nothing modest or astute,
Jack even played a flute.
You may think this isn't true,
But I know what he's into.
Michaela Warren 2011
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