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He was hardly without vice

Beat women, blew cocaine

He was a true black genius

We won't see his like again


Hear the album Jack Johnson

Paean in a universe of black

The travails of a champion

Ring-craft his violent knack


Johnson brushed with cops

Neither of them were saints

Human pixels amid the mix

In the picture destiny paints


The albums are his ...

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By: Ali Taha Alnobani
He was lying on the grass
Looking carelessly at his watch
He needs to relax
But a voice is slamming his head:
Tick … tick
Seems saying: life is just a trick
He took a picture out of his pocket
Ripped into small pieces
Paths and routs
Plants and shoots
Telling the happiness rare story
About the unlucky traveler

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