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Remembering

The mind I am told is very useful. Except when remembering. I hate remembering, The past I remember it all, Too well As if it just occurred. I remember, what shouldn't have been. Innocence lost But worst of all I remember is How he smelled -- -- Old Spice and peanut butter breath. I despise Old Spice, and tolerate peanut butter.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2007




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Date: 4/19/2016 12:00:00 AM
Lanka, awesome poem. Linda
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