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I have with me a box of things;
trinkets, trash and technology Old.
These things which others throw away,
the fabric dull, the metal cold.
These things of mine I find of value
and save them for a later day.
When I find use, I take it out,
but 'till then, they stay safe away.
And lest I lose this box of things
-the smaller box with little girth-
I have with me a larger box,
with larger things of larger worth.
This large box I hold dear to me.
It is my love, my life
that I value more than anything
and admire rather rife.
And if I lose my life, my love
then I have lost my heart
for this box -my home- contains
the things with which I wish not part.
- by StrawberryDaifuku |
- Poetry And Lyrics
- | Submitted on 01/24/2009 |
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- Title: Men of Old
- Artist: StrawberryDaifuku
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Description:
Eh... I dunno. I just started rhyming s**t in my head and decided to write it down. It kind of goes with the theme of my story, Neoteric (which you should all read, by the way!)...
Enjoy... - Date: 01/24/2009
- Tags: poem oldness neoteric
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