Out of the Box-a poem
Moved so many times
I forgot my address.
Been livin’ out of the box so long
I forgot what bein’ settled was like.
The one comfort though
Is knowin’ this:
When I die, I’ll be packed
But at least I won’t have to worry about luggage.
I forgot my address.
Been livin’ out of the box so long
I forgot what bein’ settled was like.
The one comfort though
Is knowin’ this:
When I die, I’ll be packed
But at least I won’t have to worry about luggage.
posted by Aaron "Philly" Redditt at 11:47 AM
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