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Memory Trunk
In the trunk In the attic Are Memories. I think. Grammar school awards Teddy bears Bellbottoms All in the memory trunk I think Nooks and crannies filled with memories, treasures, things. stuff, junk. With firm resolve I venture into the memories, Excavate treasures. I smile and get lost. I wonder how anyone can clear A personal memory trunk. She said her good memories began eight years ago. Smugly I think... Mine over fifty years ago. See? I have the proof. I ponder my need for the past, my lifeline. Reluctantly I return From my reverie. The physical reminders of youth The space they occupy In my home and heart Clutter my life! Are they more precious Than the gift of this day? I wonder.
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