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from Little boxes by Jack Wolfe Frost

Little Boxes

I see the rows of places, where normal people live,

Stacked in neat little boxes, are they some kind of gift?

They look so good and tidy, I must have one to fit my mind,

But though I try my hardest, one my size I cannot find.

 

They exist in expanding circles, like a ball of edam cheese,

Oh please God let me find one, they look like the bees knees,

Red and yellow and black and blue but rainbow where are you,

I dig and search and walk around I have to f...


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