Where the wind blows
there once was a manwho walked all alone
in a little busy world
he called all his own
jordan was his name
but he went by john
his job was a banker
but his life was a con
artsy as he was
he hated to kill
but he was kept a saint
by that perfect windmill
killed as they were
every so often
they left someday later
boxed up in a coffin
he left that one day
just as they do
he died in his yard
but nobody knew
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