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Aug 2020
My muddled memory is lost in the back of my mind..as I track and trace old places my eyes are blind.. from shadows of darkness unclear and unkind..Yet try as I may but only flashbacks I find..

My mixed up memory is not as good as before.. How many times do I need to check if I locked my door ? Though I think I recall turning that key.. my memory is useless and plays tricks on me

So it’s the same old nuisance every single night.. I get up out of my bed in my forgetful plight..and I shuffle up the cold corridor in the shadows of the light..but of course nobody can get in the house coz I’ve locked the door alright...🀣
Written by
Jill Tait
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   Bogdan Dragos
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