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This entry is part of a series, Unlocked» Jumanji a group poem Trunk packed and ready for nowhere, Manuscript tells stories in spots and dashes called songs. Song list on the lampbase doubling as a microphone, The man looks lonely and lost As though he’s taken one last look before leaving It reminds me of Jumanji. What is the lion doing in the house with a police hat on? The light is on and it’s already daytime. The boundary line between the man and the lion: The antique collector’s lounge. __________This is one scary cat. __________He dominates the room. This is the lion’s domain, The man is his pet It’s a jungle in there, _____This strange man’s den. Cat in a hat. There’s a dog wearing a cop hat. The dooryard echoes of an open suitcase. _____________________________________________________ The John Morony Correctional Complex is located 5 km south of Windsor. A [...]