James Casey (11June 1940 / Binghamton, New York)

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His box fell open and his rambling words did fall
Upon the bits of paper, were written things for all

Words that were just hidden, somewhere deep inside,
Now come to the surface, nowhere left to hide

There is a meaning for each line,
Search and you shall find it in the rhyme

Please don't rush it, don't be blind.
Read them slowly, and use your ... more »

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