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Oct 2014
And to be real, all you do have left in the end are the memories
those fragments in time that you were able save
whether happy or sad, good or bad
it's pretty amazing how in those moments it doesn't seem like much
but when you look at it now
your are transferred to a nomadic life of nostalgia
giving gold pennies and buckskins to have the chance to experience
that once common event, now
a coveted treasure buried deep inside your mind.
Errol Munroe
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