I had this box;
it was a wonderful box,
but it was full of white sheet
after white sheet, folded so neat.
One day, I looked in the box,
the yellow polka-dotted box,
and found it to be empty, plain,
bu there must still be a way to use it, like a train!
Oh, the things I could do with this box,
this empty tissue box.
I could make a race car, a plane,
a telephone box, or even a cane!
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A Little Bit of Happiness, A Little Bit of Joy
PoetryPoems for the soul or whatever you feel like. Most of them are happy because that's nice, right? Anyway, these are just fun little poems about all sorts of things. If you want you can even make a request on a subject or style! Except suicide or self...
