There goes little jack
putting makeup on his face
He goes into the box
Without letting those colors get erased
He waits there in silence
While the lever is being cranked
As the cheerful melody plays
He was being yanked
He popped out of the coffer
Dressed up like a clown
Making young ones smile
And making him frown
The poor little boy
Was forbidden to show
The things he was hiding
That nobody knows
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Fall
PoetryAlternative title: Autumn Melancholic thoughts, twisted dimensions, and fallen colors Summer, Autumn, Winter, and Spring. This story tells about memories in autumn. As a season changes, there comes another one. The contents of this book are purely p...
