Little Black Box
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Little Black Box
Where You lie Sleeping
Little Black Box
Your Secrets Keeping
You'll Never Talk
In That Little Black Box
UnMarked Grave
Where You Are Wasting
UnMarked Grave
In Soil Basting
Just another Knave
In An Unmarked Grave
Everybody there is wearing black
No one standing there wants you back
people walk away you hear them talk
As someone throws dirt upon the box
Dirty little womb
Buried under the stone
Dirty little womb
Lying there alone
never be exhumed
From a dirty little womb
Copyright © Jerry T Curtis | Year Posted 2014
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