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Jack's House
Visiting with my good friend Jill in the house Jack built below the hill.
I guess old Jack would live here still if he hadn't been sent to fight and kill.
Jack came back with his body alive, his head filled full with crazy jive,
All screwed up with crazy weeds, weird thoughts sprouting from insane seeds.
Jack tried to live in the house he built. He'd wake up screaming of men he kilt,
Then he pounded Jill till she almost died, when they took him out, though, she really cried.
She cried for the dreams of her lover boy, remembering love in it's early joy,
Before the government took her man.
She still can't seem to understand,
How heroes die in their native land.
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Encouragement
Hold fast to all your better dreams, though tempted every way.
Life is rarely what it seems, but truth will have it's day.
Leave your dreams for others' sake, and think that you do well.
You will find yourself in the fiery lake, in the deepest pit of hell.
The truest words man ever said, “To thine own self be true.”
Good fortune comes from in your head, it all depends on You.!
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Winter Life
Dream of the green grass through the winter's gale.
Better days are coming goes the bitter tale.
Now I am going to tell you, better days are here,
So warm your back against the fire and toast the winter's cheer.