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Hovering in the new city one night, 
  I found a box on the ground.
The box so bright,
  no one even noticed underground.
As I was waiting on a pew, 
  children rushed in
On a train they scampered 
  and ducked in.

I didn't get the last ride on my way
So I just kept my card for the subway.
The next day I saw a box anew
Nobody picked it up again, that's what I knew.

On the third day, I saw a different box and took it
Laid it down where I stored the first two boxes
  I previously got.
One policeman approached me and asked,
  "Have you seen a strange box these days?"
I replied, "What kind of box?"
The policeman said, "Three small boxes are missing
  from the subway store and they contain valuable
  items.  There's a reward for the finder."
I said, "I am the finder, but not the keeper.  I know
  where the boxes are."
The policeman expressed his gratitude,
  "Then, you're the keeper!""
I said, "No, just the finder.  You need not ask again.  
  You are standing on them right now..."
The policeman stepped aside from a terminal vent,
  opened it and found the three missing boxes.
The store insisted on rewarding me.
I just said, "I am already rewarded without being
  awarded."
God will take care of me all the time!

(Prosebite)

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