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Sunday, August 19, 2012
The Box Man
I'm not the boss man, I'm the box man,
Not paid to think, nice not to plan.
Five-foot-eight is Delta height.
It's destiny. It must be right.
I wear a brain as a disguise.
and blondes are plotting my demise.
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