The seal was intact on the package that came
I ripped through it quickly, no time for restrain
The delight once inside was completely forgotten
The package was empty, with a hole in the bottom
Perhaps I shouldn't have upset the mailman
Knocking the door at the break of dawn
He'd not taken care of the contents inside it
Now what was a gift, was just tattered and torn
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