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| Author | Topic: 2nd Ode to a Box |
| Master of Boxes |
posted 10/21/02 8:55 AM
Joy to a box! Where you put things That you cared about once upon a time The box is tattered The box is torn That old box upon the rubbish heap That lies so forlorn At last you are free When you open your eyes and see That it's just a Johnny Box Placed on a heap battered and worn. One thing tricky and foxy Is that boxes never remain boxy. Joy to a box Where you put things. http://www.box.com boxes |
| RYTIJO;O;RAYTUJARYTUJA |
posted 1/2/03 9:32 AM
I AM SMASHED SO SMASSSHHHEED!!! |
| Mother Superioir |
posted 1/18/05 10:31 AM
I'll box your ears box head. Type the number you hear in your head here: |
| Kranky Knackwurst |
posted 4/30/07 12:36 AM
the number = 7 ie 7 boneheads bursting with cybershit |
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