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I can think outside the box, but

other people's boxes get in the way.

I'll survive, though....

Ah, yes, but I use a different system.

My System

Not everything went in the box,
I put some in a bag.
And there was still some stuff left out,
I wrapped it in a rag.

Then put it in my pocket,
And as I looked around,
I noticed just all kinds of stuff,
Was laying on the ground.

Now this is quite ridiculous,
I am so ill-prepared.
How am I going to wrap this up,
It grew as I just stared.

Are these all my ideas?
And no one else’s, lost?
I’m not too sure I’d got rid of,
The strays that someone tossed.

How can I keep these things inside,
This box you gave to me?
Why some of them could hold the box,
As anyone can see.

I had another thought just now,
This box is pretty stout.
I’ll turn the darn thing upside down,
And keep my stuff locked out.

So if you come across something,
You don’t know whose it is.
Why, that one’s mine, I’m sure of it.
This system is a whiz.

NicknamedBob . . . April 11, 2004