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My brown paper packages
Tied up with string,
They used to be piled high, a
Solid building
In which I could camp out and,
Toiling, sing
Of joy that comes only as
Dreams you’re reaching
Was it fire or floodwater,
Hurricane or hail
That toppled my boxes,
Untied them and spilled -
I can’t even say now what
Contents they held.
I knew they were precious,
But not they were frail.
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