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I Found a Box... (Free verse) by leviathan
I found a box on the sidewalk today a torn, flimsy box Picking it up it gives a little between my hands And if this box could find the strength to speak It would tell about the time three christmas' ago when a little boy up the road awoke that morning to find a tiny black kitten sleeping in this very box It would tell about the time many, many nights ago when a betrayed woman had finally had enough and left into the night with everything she had in this very box It would tell about the time so many winters ago when a homeless man with no one to talk to kept a picture of his kids dry in this very box It would tell about the time so long ago when a heartbroken boy shot himself in the head after taping a goodbye letter to the side of this very box I found a box on the sidewalk today a torn, flimsy box Kicking it aside I continued on my way.


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Arithmetic Mean: 5.857143
Weighted score: 5.230521
Overall Rank: 4230
Posted: November 7, 2003 6:04 AM PST; Last modified: November 7, 2003 6:04 AM PST
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Comments:
[9] <{Baba^Yaga}> @ 24.126.116.54 | 7-Nov-03/6:39 PM | Reply
You must be a babtist. 9.
[n/a] deleted user @ 24.222.81.233 | 7-Nov-03/7:08 PM | Reply
I used that box to keep my bums warm.
[9] SupremeDreamer @ 204.31.173.116 | 7-Nov-03/11:04 PM | Reply
"If these cardboard walls could speak"

Blessed with 9.
[9] ShaNoN+960317485 @ 199.40.206.3 | 8-Nov-03/7:10 AM | Reply
This is better than before & 7X stronger with age:o)
[1] deleted user @ 66.122.51.181 | 28-Sep-04/11:38 AM | Reply
I can't tell if you're trying to be dramatic or doing a send-up. If I could find the strength, I would tell you about the time, not that long ago, that a lonely poet finally had enough and laughed until he cried, blew his nose, and continued on his way.
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