In the Attic

Today I was looking through a box

High in the attic above

Filled with cobwebs and spiders

And bats that aren't any kinder.

I found a photo, fading in gray

Of a large man and a little girl

The man looked sad and the girl looked happy

Now try to read this poem without getting all sappy.

On the back was a date

Written in a curvy scrawl

To Mary Jane resting above

Just know that you were loved.

Today I looked through a treasure chest

High in a castle above

Filled with mysteries and magical items

And if you look hard enough, I bet you can find 'em.


Just some random poem.

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