Memories

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I flip through this book of memories

the images commence to gleam



I see the world of yesterdays

combine like a bouquet



And now I move from thought to thought

A remembrance juggernaut



Then outside a clash, a noise

My trance it thus destroys



So, I begin again my wonderful dream

This scrap book makes me beam

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