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On Remembering
Old memories start
to fade: Susan will
you remember me like
I do you?
You constantly invaded
me, persuaded me, yet
never told me what to do.
I sat down under a
tree. Sat there to
view the memories
that fade.
to fade: Susan will
you remember me like
I do you?
You constantly invaded
me, persuaded me, yet
never told me what to do.
I sat down under a
tree. Sat there to
view the memories
that fade.
Published 13th Dec 2013
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