The Ugly Box

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“The Ugly Box” by Darmok Such as it is a child’s surprise, Christmas desires wait. Unopened packages in our lives, along the lines we traipse. Not all the gifts bring joy to heart, or make our lives complete. Fragile boxes, hapless care, and life begins to weep. What tears are shed for ones we meet, adorned in silk pristine? When eye deceit denies the heart, the plainly wrapped, unseen. Of common face there lies the soul, a love no riches paid. In humble gift, some chosen last, a child’s joy is made. Written November 15th, 2001 © on Nov 15 2001 07:32 AM PST, Darmok 0 • 12

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