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y i k e s May 2014
far, far, far away
lies a house
with a fireplace
and an old rickety rocking chair

even farther away
lies a mountain
and behind that mountain is a box
with a lock on it

in that box
lies a small, battered bag
and in that bag
is every piece of joy
which you stole from me.

— The End —