Cute..the pleasures of a cardboard box are inumerable..it's great when they come in grown up size! Happy New Year..Jae
"I play in the boxTo remind myself that growing oldTakes being young." - a perfect reason for playing in the box! the box is boundless and infinite, for a child... maybe us too if we let it - great write!
Aww.. those were the days, cardboard boxes and all, I remember the day when I made a cardboard crown and felt like princess, lol :O
Jae: Or I can squeeze myself into a kid size ;) Happy New Year!Ostensible: Thanks Ostensible. Welcome to the Spice!Shreya: You should make a new one Shreya and make it your blog pic ;)Berlinerin: Thanks :)
Ha! Lift outer space. Damn, kids are strong. With imagination there is no weight, no space, no boundary, no CAN'T!
Care to ride with me to Jupiter, Annie?
I still do that, oh yeah.
For some reason I can’t read your post about the Question from Punk??? and I liked the innocence of this one.
Jack: Box date?Wander: Oh, I deleted that, Wander. I just couldn't make it work. But I find the innocence idea interesting. I guess I saw it more as craving what the box represented but not actually being able to acquire what's in the past.
I have a poem like that it is called viewed through the eyes....As tall as the skyStanding on the endA little boy yellsLet me jumpViewed through the eyes of a childSo simpleLet me jumpSo simple, let me jump!He jumpsThis moment frozenLocked in memoryThis momentYears have goneThe way they do for everyoneStill that memoryViewed through my eyesDad, let me jumpI shoutedStanding on his handLet me jump!Chris McQueeney 8/29/11 11:42 PM
Oh yeah, Happ Happy New Year my friend, I hope you have a good year!
Hope you brought it in proper and fun, Chris :) I'm thinking we should go on tour with these poems of ours.
You book the dates and I'll hitch a ride:)
I just want to say your all posts rocks man just keep up the good work and share as much you can.Travel to Vietnam
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