# 4

The Jig is up.
"Why are you here?"
"To let some air in."

The Jig is up.
"It's simple, everything
Will be better."

The Jig is up.
"I don't care about me,
Only what could be."

The Jig is up
"And everything
Tastes like licorice."

ref.
http://www.moonstar.com/~acpjr/Blackboard/Common/Stories/WhiteElephants.html

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