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The Ghosts of Cursory Crimes

"Jack and Jill went up a hill To fetch a pale of water; Jack fell down the well to drown, And Jill, a Down, fell after." --the poet "Ghosts are indeed real; cursory glances of countless occur on the Internet." --the poet How difficult for Jack as well as Jill In lugging pails of water every day To see each summer as they mount that hill Miss Muffet stuffing down her curds and whey; To spy when bitter winds each finger numb Through wintertime while yet still straggling by All snuggled in his corner with his thumb Jack Horner gobbling up his Christmas pie; To wonder in the gloom as trudging back How high above the world a little star Could twinkle so in knowing how they lack A cupcake cupboard and a cookie jar; What Mother Goose, you ask, would hatch one flock While gosling cradles in the treetop rock? January 10, 2022 Sonnet (English) (Shakespearean)

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Date: 1/14/2022 4:14:00 AM
Congratulations! Love this, very unusual poem, catchy and interesting x
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Date: 1/13/2022 10:45:00 PM
Great story. Beautifully written. Congratulations!
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