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The Boxes In The Hall

The Boxes In The Hall

Sometimes poems can sound just like music and you just want to read them again and again In every Room of our time together there is a box, Of memories we shared, Now is the time to pack away, With Sadness and with Care. The first is a simple smile, Whenever I thought of you, Neatly folded into four, It’s the best that I could do. Next are all the memories, Of the times when we were two, Wrapped with…

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