Wish Box
I got some wood, carefully selected
Hinges too, as bright as can be
Bought a lock, so just to protect it
Built then a box, meant just for me
Upon the top, beautifully engraved
I wrote my name in legible script
I placed in it, all thoughts enslaved
And everything else that I saw fit
When I am then to have it opened
One may expect diamonds and jewels
But treasures exist in the heart of men
That make other men just look like fools
For in my box I placed my visions
There, too, I’ve placed all of my dreams
In fact, within, are all my provisions
With wants, desires and all of my schemes
My wish box, yes, appropriately called
Exists for me and for me alone
To make this, I can teach you all
Then you can have one to call your own
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