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Dream packages C.O.D. on U.P.S.
No goodies, unless they gets paid for
The bent brown box from a straight brown truck
My Buck knife slips down the taped edges
The flaps unfold, exploding foam
Underneath, another package I see
This one is wrapped in golden paper
To you from me, it says on the label
I lift out the package, spilling peanuts
The ribbon and bow had a rough trip in the truck
But my box looks no worse for wear
I loose the bindings from my bundle
Delicately tearing away the tape
I like to save the paper, I don’t know why
Under the golden sheet is another layer
A cornucopia printed on the box
I raise it up high and shake it around
I have no idea what is inside
It is very light…
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I warned you!
Ta Dah!
2007-12-28
06:50:05
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