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Writer's Box

I live in a cardboard box,

Four walls papered with

False starts, crossed out lines,

And no end of beginnings.

Forgotten, abandoned, untold,

Because all the feeble words in the world

Aren't enough.

Well I've had enough,

Of false starts, crossed out lines,

And no end of beginnings,

And it's about time I

Break through this cardboard box

And find some sort of

Happily ever after

For these pages.