Ticket 2 Ride

A box is perfectly square

The contents, a mingle-mangle

Like a kitchen junk drawer

Every object in a tangle

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A time-piece turns ’round

Clocks slice moments precisely

Dividing life into bite-sized pieces

Each apportioned concisely

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Minutes wrap around the dial

Winding memories in a coil

Like a taught Jack-in-the-box

Turn the crack, tighten the turmoil

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A container contains

Odds and ends, unclaimed

Magnetic charmers, kindred spirits

But forever untamed