Oh, little green book full of tales,
How I wonder the stories you tell?
Are they real? Are they lies?
Why are they hidden from prying eyes?
From cover to cover, your tales spin;
Like weaving of ropes, love and life!
Do you know the boundaries to which they extend?
Ah, little book, do you hear the whispers or feel the tears?
Do you understand the words, “Neath your covers?”
Tales told of life and its lovers.
Do you, little book, know the mysteries inside?
Do you know the secrets that you hide?
So tell me, do you know?
Will you ever realize?
The dark riddles of these pages;
And of mine own life? …
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