my uncle jack
the cleptomaniac
after he robs
he collects the doorknobs
doorknobs here
doorknobs there
doorknobs simply everywhere
six on the window
twelve on the door
my uncle jack has got 'em all
blue ones, green ones, yellow ones and red
and a whole row of gray ones on the bottom of his bed
this poem should be read in rap-style
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