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Samuel Williams Cardboard Dreams
You are ten, a box is a box,
You make a project with it,
Or just fill it with socks.
You are four, in a castle grand,
You bravely slayed the dragon,
The box holds the ruler of the land.
You are five, exploring space,
An astronaut orbiting Mars,
The box is a celestial place.
You are six, on the high seas,
A pirate in search of gold,
The wind in the blanket, box at full speed.
But you are ten, a box, a box,
Little imagination left,
You just fill it with socks.
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[TABLE OF CONTENTS, LHS CLASS OF 2013 EDITION]
Copyright © 2002-2011 Student Publishing Program (SPP). Poetry and prose © 2002-2011 by individual authors. Reprinted with permission.
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