A poem: Johnny inside the box
Gets sick with the small pox
A dead wood floating in the water
The beach of my head is fading further
The soul gets sick with the small pox
Johnny fell back into the
box
Johnny's little head cracked open
A bunch of stones, there were a dozen
Too hard the rocks, too soft the head
Too many strokes to bear and Johnny suffocated inside the huge ocean of the small box
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