The Box (A Poem)

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A big, white box Sitting on your porch. What is inside? What is there to hide? Who left it there? Does anyone care? No markings to reveal What there is to conceal. Shake the box. No sound at all. Watch as I let the box fall. No shatter. No break. Is this for real Or a fake. Just some brown Packing tape To keep the box shut. Time to open it up. A little box is inside. Another item Left to hide. Could it be a ring? Could it be a key? I must find out. I must see. The little box is white. It is small and long. I must open it now. I must be strong. Swiftly I open it, And discover with glee That this is worthwhile For me to see. What is inside? Ah, wouldn't you like to know. All I can say Is it has a bright glow.