The Rest of the Story

Jack and Jill went up the hill.
But that story’s been told before.
At the top a shack they found.
Then they proceeded to kick in the door.
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The inside was pleasant to their surprise.
They couldn’t have wished for more.
They drank some cider that was found.
Then soon they began to snore.
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They woke in the dark with foggy eyes.
Their heads were appropriately sore.
Their laughter now was in the past.
The fear they couldn’t ignore.
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Hours of pain they had endured.
In silence they lay on the floor.
The owner came home just after sunrise.
And the rest became folklore.

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