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By Jack Joseph Smith
Look
Don't look; seeing is where it is at
Even in old Mexico they spoke
like that
I was in one place,, and then
in another,, then you just have to go
No clue with the change
Laughter has a looking back
Wonder has the same place
Joy, dream, and skipping
I had nothing to say,, swam wise
Then the automobile pulled out
And by and by walking was not normal
Pull it together and just look
and I did the unusual
and they were all gone