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We remember them
they live on in our stories
after we are gone
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by Scooj
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We remember them
they live on in our stories
after we are gone
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by Scooj
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An old lady speaks
telling stories of her life
we sit and listen
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by Scooj
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Tales from her childhood
an old woman remembers
no longer lonely
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by Scooj
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So many stories
trapped deep in my mind, unshared
together we die
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by Scooj
Prompted by a recent preoccupation of mine which is to write down some of the stories and memories I have in a short essay form. Time I fear is my enemy.
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With a cup of tea
you and I shared our stories
perfect company
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by Scooj