B.
A box of thoughts I am
Many I may hold.
Locked I can be,
To hide them away
Until the time is told.
Memory, memory, memory I keep
Tell yours to me
I'll save it; I won't peep
A word about it
Unless that is your wish.
Yet, beware, and do not feed me too much,
For not only stop working will I,
But I may also crash.
Believe it,
It's true
Although hard to believe
For so much information I keep
Yet, organized I can be
If organization is what you seek.
WHAT AM I
Many I may hold.
Locked I can be,
To hide them away
Until the time is told.
Memory, memory, memory I keep
Tell yours to me
I'll save it; I won't peep
A word about it
Unless that is your wish.
Yet, beware, and do not feed me too much,
For not only stop working will I,
But I may also crash.
Believe it,
It's true
Although hard to believe
For so much information I keep
Yet, organized I can be
If organization is what you seek.
WHAT AM I
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