I'm waiting for that very strange man,
The man in the big, blue box.
The man who travels through time and space,
And doesn't give a single thought.
The man who cares,
The man who dares,
Risking his life for all.
He'll come one day,
And whisk me away,
And finally this nightmare will stop.
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The Man in the Blue Box
PoetryA poem from Rose's perspective from Doomsday until The End of Time.
