Box

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Box within box, frame inside frame,

Why won’t it fit inside the shape ?

Colour with colour, all the same,

Forming a beautiful landscape,

Whose fault is it? Am I to blame?

Running away is no escape.

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“Something old,

Something new,

Something borrowed,

Something blue.”

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