Mr Sidebottom
He wasn't beside himself.
He was inside himself.
He wasn't all for himself.
He was taking care of others.
He wasn't into himself.
He was all for you.
He loved you more than he loved himself.
He'd show up at places you were at.
He didn't think outside of the box.
He, himself, was in the box.
I'm not on my soap box.
I'm on my hope chest.
And, my dogs on his box.
Gotta put on my socks.
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