Riddle me this
I'm often seen around a lot, referred to many ways,
See me black and you may find misfortune haunts your days.
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Tell a thing, that should have been kept quiet, to all around,
Then look inside the sack, there I'm no longer to be found.
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Nosiness, prying, snooping, leaves me fearing, full of dread,
For all these things are likely to see me soon lying dead.
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These clues combined should start to give a picture, an idea,
Of who or what I am, so can you tell me? Is it clear?

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The Riddler's Book
CasualeRiddle to your hearts content with a poem or two chucked in for the hell of it, but mainly riddles.