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Jan 2014
The box~


I keep a razor
In a wooden box

With pictures
Trinkets, jewelry
And lochs

It's under my bed

I keep it locked
And lost the key

But all the faces
Are still in my head

And
       Sometimes
           They
Talk
       To
Me

~
Michael W Noland
Written by
Michael W Noland  Seattle
(Seattle)   
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