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Jun 20, 2009
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Jack & Jill move up to hill
JACK AND JILL MOVED UP THE HILL
Jack was handsome
His mind was sharp
His words captivating
A gift ,
A silver tongue
Jacks money , made
Climbing , the backs
Of innocent slaves
Taking the good
Making the bad
Always focus
His silver tongue
Would add ?
It’s about me
The house on the hill
Adding more to me
This title will ?
Jill her beauty
A figure
Perfection
A goddess
On earth
Eyes
Gave attention
Jill ?
Her mind just as sharp
Body movements
Shaking her hair
A finger on her cheek
As she walked
When she spoke
A voice like a harp
Her mixture of tones
Seducing the coldest
hearts
Jack and Jill
Wanted more
Believing in
Their body movements
And a silver tongue ’
They lost faith
In their simple house
Even though it was paid
That bigger house on to hill
Fits their silver tongue
On the hill they moved
Buying with his money
A new title to be used
I live on the hill ?
Something was missing
Was it their friends ?
Leaving behind
All those relationships
Laughing
To no end
This was the trade
For the house on the hill
A house empty dream
Friends that are real
Jacks money
Jill beauty
The house on the hill
Could’t replace
Relationship
True friendships
Love
That old simple house
Made real
Jack was handsome
His mind was sharp
His words captivating
A gift ,
A silver tongue
Jacks money , made
Climbing , the backs
Of innocent slaves
Taking the good
Making the bad
Always focus
His silver tongue
Would add ?
It’s about me
The house on the hill
Adding more to me
This title will ?
Jill her beauty
A figure
Perfection
A goddess
On earth
Eyes
Gave attention
Jill ?
Her mind just as sharp
Body movements
Shaking her hair
A finger on her cheek
As she walked
When she spoke
A voice like a harp
Her mixture of tones
Seducing the coldest
hearts
Jack and Jill
Wanted more
Believing in
Their body movements
And a silver tongue ’
They lost faith
In their simple house
Even though it was paid
That bigger house on to hill
Fits their silver tongue
On the hill they moved
Buying with his money
A new title to be used
I live on the hill ?
Something was missing
Was it their friends ?
Leaving behind
All those relationships
Laughing
To no end
This was the trade
For the house on the hill
A house empty dream
Friends that are real
Jacks money
Jill beauty
The house on the hill
Could’t replace
Relationship
True friendships
Love
That old simple house
Made real
— press, Jun 20, 2009
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Seren
16 years 11 months ago
Press this is very good …
press
16 years 11 months ago
Hey Jayne Hey Fleur can I respond two at once
Fleur MacDonald
16 years 11 months ago
I think
press
16 years 11 months ago
Hey Jayne Hey Fleur can I respond two at once