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Time will pass but memories will never efface, Pages of time will turn yet the mind has the map, Of how we grabbed triumph away of a magic pace, Adverse trials creeping to close with a death cap Count my trials, that was a journey of actual grace The cold days of misfortune they keep appealing The mind has the map - memories will not efface And the road full of briers, that was sorrow-bringing As the dawn gleams be sure being a vices is Hell, Every boulder you lobbed reminds with distress To the one you caused to suffer misfortune spell The mind has the map - memories will not efface You'll hardly knew there are moments life recalls, Disgraced never forget, be sure of them like squalls. ©m.nash

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Date: 9/29/2019 8:50:00 AM
A wonderful sonnet, Nash. "The mind has the map - memories will not efface" - so true!
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Date: 10/10/2019 7:33:00 AM