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A memory is fading Like a plucked guitar string Life is like music echoing Leaving moments of loving But existence is tough can be distressing Recall is a flashback jogging Of those days we we're fooling Recollection of parties drinking *** & coke £10 to go clubbing A memory is a souvenir Everyday a memory a premiere Show God's cast a simper Smiling is like sunshine in summer Outnumbering grey matter of choler Make the most of every premiere May not be what the heart desire Your smile can lift any soul higher Transforming the human frontier
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Jul 15, 2020
Jul 15, 2020 at 10:07 AM UTC
Memory Jogger
A memory is fading Like a plucked guitar string Life is like music echoing Leaving moments of loving But existence is tough can be distressing Recall is a flashback jogging Of those days we we're fooling Recollection of parties drinking *** & coke £10 to go clubbing A memory is a souvenir Everyday a memory a premiere Show God's cast a simper Smiling is like sunshine in summer Outnumbering grey matter of choler Make the most of every premiere May not be what the heart desire Your smile can lift any soul higher Transforming the human frontier
choler | ˈkɒlə | noun [mass noun] (in medieval science and medicine) one of the four ****** humours, identified with bile and believed to be associated with a peevish or irascible temperament. Also called yellow bile. • archaic anger or irascibility.
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Jul 15, 2020
Jul 15, 2020 at 10:07 AM UTC
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