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Building a Better Box

Building a Better Box To build a better box to store more things Full of history, memory and other rusted stuff Tools will have to cut and kill the trees Trees will have to die and change their shape Hinges made of metal will forever seal their fate Nailed down, shut off in permanency On other dates trees will be cut and killed again To build a better box to store more memories Close the lid and go to sleep Stay there as it ends and come to a stop Sealed up and in eternity That which remains within will turn solid To become the box

Copyright © | Year Posted 2015




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