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Jack
Young Jack always played with fire,
One day he lit up a tire,
The size was no joke,
Jack started to choke,
And his lungs felt like barbed wire.
One day he lit up a tire,
The size was no joke,
Jack started to choke,
And his lungs felt like barbed wire.
Published 14th Jun 2018
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