Boxes great and small, are sitting in the apartment hall. In a new place to call my own, an apartment with residents unknown!
Boxes, boxes everywhere! Packed and shipped and fully equipped... With what? I'm not sure. Oh how I tire of theeeeee moving!
If only I were a tree. I could sway gently in the breeze. The breeze, the breeze... oh how gentle and remorseful thou art!
Stupid boxes. If you had an ass I would kick it.
Boxes and boxes of petrified oxes...
Hm.
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what you're moving again, or is this just what remains to do after the last time?
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