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The Box
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The Box |
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shadow974 Senior Member
since 2001-06-21
Posts 636Michigan 
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The Box There is a box A plain old box That held life within its folds A battered box After many knocks Where love was enclosed From holding hands To hard demands These and more did it hold Each month or so We added light And made the old new We peeked inside We laughed we cried Then we closed it and we grew Memories are held inside A wink a sigh a baby’s cry From childhood and beyond It held life in are view There wasn’t one of a few hundred or so That didn’t put a twinkle in her eye And a tear in mine A box so old It held pure gold And we will cherish it until we die Throw your heart out in front of you |
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Lady In White
since 2001-02-12
Posts 2799USA |
What a lovely box, containing memories and photos, locks of hair and cameos... simple thoughts you've brought with this lovely thoughts filled with bliss |
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Irish Rose Member Patricius
since 2000-04-06
Posts 10263 |
I recently went through some old boxes so I really related to this one. SO much, thank you for this. " I walked beside the evening sea And dreamed a dream that could not be" George William Curtis" |
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MARK V SHELDON Member Elite
since 2001-06-21
Posts 3015In a corporeal internship... |
Memory boxes are definitely powerful things in many different ways. This part resonated with me: There wasn’t one of a few hundred or so That didn’t put a twinkle in her eye And a tear in mine Well done, Dan. -MVS "When you tell the Truth, you never have to remember what you just said." |
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