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Old Box
There is an old box
in the attic
A dusty box with
rusty fittings
Sitting in the corner
for many years
It is patiently waiting
for someone
For some unwary
curious soul
To come along
and open it
Anything can happen
after that
But surely 'curiosity
kills the cat'
in the attic
A dusty box with
rusty fittings
Sitting in the corner
for many years
It is patiently waiting
for someone
For some unwary
curious soul
To come along
and open it
Anything can happen
after that
But surely 'curiosity
kills the cat'
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Old Box
Old Box