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Memory

Memory Is The remnant of days long since spent Before life became abstract due to this passing of time; Before days became saturated with mundane things; Shall I forever dwell on those things that passed in the process? Memory reminds me daily how great things were When life consisted of more than answering the phone And responding to the wants of others; Tom 9-4-2014

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