I was sitting in that chair,
goggle eyed,
sucking in
everything
the technicolored dream box
had to offer me.

In walked Chris.
"Bah, it's evil!",
said Chris.
"Aye",
said I,
dismantling my grin
to build up a sigh,
"It's not the box that's evil,
It's the dreams, Chris,
It's the dreams."

"That's very poetic Sam."
said he.'

Explain.

Samiran Ray
(Chesterfield)

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