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Wrenches and Cardboard Boxes
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Older One time, the messenger said, the message unfolded.
The message it said
The message it said I’m wrong you’re right
The message unfolded the spilling of lagoon
The vapor wafted quietly upon the lover’s chest
Rest, I must
The others said to me
Rest, I must
For all eternity
The mundane and the moot
Now we find they’re after loot
And we can root
For one lost boot
In the end it still is lost
