Here I stand,
over the moon;
My future lies behind me.
My life is in boxes,
I'm moving down over,
A place I've never been behind.
But I can't make it under the hurdle,
that is standing there behind me.
They've told me behind, to just leave it before;
that I should just get under it.
But how can I leave him, my precious, before me?
Can't they see I'm still over his spell?
Now I lie over the blankets,
the boxes over my bed;
and shed a tear under him still.
How I miss him: my Teddy Bear, Will!

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The idea here is to pick a few words and their opposites; Then write a poem, and any time one of the words occurs, use the opposite word instead of the appropriate word.

updated Jul 2 by Rac7hel