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Mar 2013
Here he is, he covers the surprise
Don't look, close your eyes!
Sealing the secret away until the best part
What is it? I can't wait, hurry, let's start!

The girl looks down, and grins with excitement
She's ripped him, he's gone, dead, in a swift moment
The prize is revealed to her (it's cash!)
And he, the wrapping paper, is thrown into the trash.
A little poem about wrapping paper and how it no one ever cares about it once they see what's inside. Aww, poor little guy.
Old Blue
Written by
Old Blue  The Clouds
(The Clouds)   
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   Marian and Timothy
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