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Long Time Ago, I Can Hardly Remember
I have a vague memory of chiledhood
Fond though.
A Lincoln Towncar and a Baby Grand piano.
An old book, near a century old,
Greatma taught me to read.
And in the stories
I can remember being the characters
And not for the life of me where I had been.
It's a funny thing, the past is
Comes rushing back to you
Arriving in a simple act or perception
And staying similar to glare on the television.
poem
by
Dan Walters
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