Six
inches square
Bound in
leather
100 pages
thick
A little
black book
But not
for phone numbers
Or for
daily diaries
This book
is for secrets
What sort
I do not
know
It's not
for my eyes
Nor for
me to show
Can't see
Can't
tell
How do I
even know it exists?
I am it's
guard
A book's
man at arms
One might
say
I watch
over it
Manage
it's day to day
Regardless
of what's inside
I keep it
safe
No fools
will I abide
You keep
your distance
And we'll
be just fine
What I'll
do to protect that book
You'll
never know until you cross that line
Strategies
of kings
Whispers
of queens
Infidelities
of a prince
A Pope's
passions and dreams
Keys to
the kingdom
Of riches
untold
A
combination to the vault
Which
holds all the gold
Treasures
from the Pharaohs
Valuable,
moldy, and old
There for
the taking
If you
were only so bold
It might
be all in that little black book
Or maybe
it's not
Dream
your little dreams
They're
all that you've got
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