In the glass box
The sun gets hot.
Outside, the wind
Is cold and sharp.
Day harries you.
Night harries day.
You had a line,
Such a good line
To bait and catch
Everything you
Really needed,
But you were too wise.
You caught your meal
And glibly tossed
The line away.
Glass box today.
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