Poem on the Back of Jack's Face

Give me your lost ones
any day of the week
the ones who look to the sky
but shuffle their feet
Give me your mild, your meek
for they shall inherit
you'll find me among the helpless
and weak

Give me your burned
they've their lessons learned
They've experience in their eyes,
but, alas, no alibis.

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Some current adverts wot I want to discuss:

The Beefy and Lamby quality standard beef affair. I don't like it.

The Bismark magazine advert. 50p for your first copy..200 copies needed, £4.99 normal RRP.

Trident gum. There is a reaggae thing going on there which unsettles me.

Glade. Little Chinese lad on the toilet..."It's all gone. it's all gone"..."What's the matter darling?" etc.
Why is the mother waiting at the door?
Why is she not Chinese?
How does he draw the refill thing so fast to push under the door?
Why does she then go in if he put the note under the door? He obviously values his privacy.