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notable notations have become keepsakes collectable paper scrapes with no book or look remotely resembling their own bits of envelope, napkin, and such whatever happens to be handy when that mood strikes and i am compelled by undeniable urges to write something down i have yet to figure out why these bits of notation seem so important to me years later, i rarely remember them and even on the occasion when i might recall a detail not much sense can i derive from the cryptic hasty scrawls most wind up a total mystery one i never seem to solve yet still i save them every one thinking, one day i will but the years seem unkind my notes fade to yellow blurs mouse chewed keepsakes remnants left from another time

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Date: 10/17/2018 10:19:00 AM
Someday, someone might come across those yellowed papers, those mice-nibbled notations and remember you. Keep them all. And keep writing your poetry, it will last forever.
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RD McManes
Date: 10/17/2018 10:41:00 AM
Thank you Becca.