#TSL pandorathon 22
As I prised open the wooden post, I gasped
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He had left me a wooden box
With the instruction
Keep it safe, do not open
I nodded, put the box away.
My curiosity was triggered
Boredom made is purulent
Why did it need to be kept safe?
What was in the box?
Lonesome I wondered
How long did I need to keep it ?
Why couldn’t I open it?
Was the content dangerous?
Questions with no answers
Were torture to my mind
I took the box from its hiding place
Under my bed if you want to know.
I turned it upside-down,
Shook it, it rattled somewhat
So there was something inside
I couldn’t stop myself
It was the month of Pandorathon
After all and like Pandora
As I prised open the wooden box,
I gasped!
Lucette C. Bailliet
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