My box is fashioned from silver , gold and ice from a lost castle ,
With fire sparks in the corners and gold petals on the side,
The inside sounds like a baby kitten crying when its mother goes outside.
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#1 by H.P on October 10th, 2011
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cool
#2 by H.A on October 10th, 2011
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Your writting about the magic box is pretty cool (=
#3 by Alice and Caitlin on November 7th, 2011
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I think that is brilliant Renee!