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Jack O’Lak. By: Adam M. Anderson. A rebellious siege etches my heart, and the grief of mine is none. Though from my ways the evil must part, detention I go for fun. Along my travels the road less ravels, I see a sure sight of whack. Busting his fingers, the wall he gavels,
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Jack O’Lak By: Adam M. Anderson
A rebellious siege etches my heart, and the grief of mine is none. Though from my ways the evil must part, detention I go for fun.
Along my travels the road less ravels, I see a sure sight of whack. Busting his fingers, the wall he gavels, the ladies man, Jack O’Lak.
Hi,” he states, his mind astray, I’m sure on a pretty dame. Is it blond number one or five today, as he combs his dirty mane.
I ask for advice, I have been bad, but what do you think he knows? Help to a dear friend or lad? No! “Detention truly blows!”