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A little poem on something every person has.... |
| "Memories" At times I can amuse Making you grin, At times I can abuse Making you wince. I make you smile Then I make you cry For I am very versatile. At times I bring comfort Making you reflect, At times I bring pain Then me you'll reject. When I bring joy You want me to persevere, When I bring agony You want me to disappear. But I'll always go on Until the very end, Until death has won Over you my friend, Then with you I will die as well, For I am just a memory, And only in you I dwell. |