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Version: Jack Sprat spat endless shite His wife was taciturn  But altogether  Between them two They somehow partially rhymed Published & Copyright Malachi Doyle 2025.

Poem 8

  Poem 8: I once met a former child soldier  He was havin a bad night  He showed me his scars It must be hard for people like that to be around  People who are offended by words (I’m conjecturing of course) Published & Copyright Malachi Doyle 2025.