In A Shoebox
I keep you in a shoebox
Under my bed
For that is where all the letters go
Once they have been read
So when my life starts crashing in
That's where I head
To bring back all the happy memories
That I once had
If only for a short time
The pain and loneliness just disappears
If it wasn't for that old shoebox
I surely would be dead
poem by David Kush
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