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In the house that Jack built he did dwell

Created walls to dispell,

Everything outside, so nothing could get in,

Isolated from the world he could learn nothing,

So in the mind of Jack he could never grow

Never develop he will just get old,

Kept all his thoughts and for sharing to himself,

Never accumalated any knowledge of the outside world

To fearful of the things that could adversely affect his health,

So he ended up a prisoner within his own home

And this was in the house that Jack built,

A cell for his existence which makes no sense,

Life is meant to be about gaining experiences

Otherwise we not living at all.