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Keith W Fletcher Dec 2015
As the time is passing through
    From the present to the past
The moment is all wrapped up .....
              ....To be ....put away at last!!
                   A GIFT-----
      From some future time
           When all the signs
                Will show you
            That you now have
               A need for seeing
  Past the thing you already know
                When the present
                  Becomes history---
   In a past thats not yet opened--
To be seen for what it is ---or isn't
Depending on what you're hoping
                     While the past ....
                 .....is time passing
                    And time gone ....
                      .......is  going faster
             Now is the time for you...to
                          Re-- examine
                     A GIFT THAT WAS
                    Once your master
                          Its so hard to take
                             Even a single step
                            To know now
                  That the thing you fear
                         Stands before you
                         As the lost and found
             So the only question left is right here
                    Will you see the past
                            Whenever
                    You­ choose to lose
                      Or gain by seeing....
                                       .....The past
                           That you've kept
                  All wrapped up inside
                 That is now your future---
                   If it is presently----
             Being Opened and Examined
         But if you can just imagine
           Some mi'nute  past defeat
           As the thing that is now....yours
                      FOR - GIVING
                  So rather than.......anonymously
         Presenting it to you .....yourself
            By your own past deceit
          Make sure that you return it
       UNOPENED --- Along with the receipt.
Charles C Coyne Sep 2016
There once was a girl very cute
Who dressed in a newspaper suit
Til one day a fire
Burned up her attire
And now all the boys say "she's nute"
Wrote this in 7th grade. My first limerick
Paul Hardwick Apr 2014
There I stood, just stood, there
maybe for a minute, but soon that
minute past and shortly after that another
minute past.  Then a minute that seamed like
an hour but was only just a minute past then quickly
a minute that messed with my brains past
past by, with a minute after that
before i knew it a minute past

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