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Mary, Jack, and Jill

Little Mary quite contrary
Sits and watches her garden grow
With human blood
And skulls of men
And decaying flesh
All in a row

Jack and Jill went up the hill
To slit each others throats
Jack went first and lost his head
Jill then realized, this will never work
And jumped from the cliffs instead
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