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Ever so growing memory mountain,
as every event makes it to heighten. The record keeping is so great there that at a spur of a minute it’ll be here. No need to climb it or carry it around as the eye of the mind keeps it sound. If an event slips through the mind-eye then it’s saving one from the lot of cry! Without the mountain of memories; a life would be empty of live stories. Free verse. Written on 8/7/10
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