My Globite School Case
My trusty chunky Globite with its rusty clunky latches,
Its shattered battered corners and its lid worn thin with scratches,
Pink Floyd stickers on the inside where the teachers couldn't see 'em,
Now my dusty rusty Globite’s sitting here in a museum.
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