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There once was a boy who felt no love
His heart was taken and kept above
Locked in a box, he hadn't the key.
For around the neck it lay of old grampy.
Grampy can I please have the key, begged the small boy.
No, no, said grampy, it isn't a toy.
But I need my heart, I feel so hollow inside.
I'm sorry my lad...and once again he was denied.
Away the boy walked, unsure how to feel.
Without a heart, no emotion is real.
Just then he had an idea come to his brain.
He knew at last how his heart to regain.
He loved his grampy, at least he thought so.
Without his heart he would never know.
So with just a small tip grampy went into the flames.
Cursing and screaming and calling him names.
Quickly grampy was engulfed by a firey sea.
All that was left were some bones and a key.
At last his heart could be his once again.
He unlocked the box and removed it and then...
with a zip and a squish all his feelings returned.
He realized the only person who loved him he burned.
In the end the boy sighed one last little moan.
He then keeled over sad and alone.
The boy with his heart in a box - Roman Dirge