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Who are the fools
snickering and giggling
behind his back?
Why must they
constantly mutter
that he's destined for the rack?
Don't they realize
they grant him courage
he'd otherwise lack?
That their presence
guides his path
through winds he must tack?
And, no matter
his labored breathing
he'll overcome the dry hack?
Is it, truly,
they desire, only,
mere coins to fill their sack?
Or, does he require them
so he may assume
his role as rightful Jack?
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