My Memories
Without my memories I
conclude, I would not
be the same
man,
I think of what I used to do,
find my thoughts
in a rusty
can.
Mindful of who you were once
gone, my memories
will suit me
fine,
As the universe continues to
unfold, an old can
marks my
time
Yorktown Disciple
Without my memories I
conclude, I would not
be the same
man,
I think of what I used to do,
find my thoughts
in a rusty
can.
Mindful of who you were once
gone, my memories
will suit me
fine,
As the universe continues to
unfold, an old can
marks my
time
Yorktown Disciple
# 11821
Quatrain of My Memories - 11821 - Yorktown Disciple
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Thoughts
in
an
old
rusty
can
in
an
old
rusty
can