Little Boxes, Little Boxes……

So many little boxes. So, so many little boxes. Oh what they represent.

You’re a little box. So am I. So is Billy. Mary too.

But when I’m flying over, how can I make sure to see my little box? How can I make myself different from all the rest? Or am I just naturally different?

Little boxes….little boxes…

Maybe if I do what I feel I NEED to do, suddenly my little box will stand out?

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