A box, waiting, ready to be opened
Its secrets ready to be revealed
Time slowly passes, as other gifts are opened
Time stops, the box opens wide
The necklace shines like a star at night
Tiny, little rings joined to make a chain
A glittery letter hangs on it,
Representing my name
This necklace out-shone everything.

Now, though it might be losing colour,
Lost a tiny, clear gem
It still hangs loosely around my neck,
Giving me luck everyday
It is my prized possession.



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