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I would
like to know
Where memories go
When a man cashes in his chips.
Do they
sail away
From a secret bay
Disappear like so many ships?
Till out
of sight
In the dead of night
Anchor for an unknown time.
On command
from afar
Open the jar
Get all the messages in rhyme.
An
assortment of things
Like diamonds and rings
That sparkle with the good times had.
Interspersed with fears
And visible tears
Showing I was sometimes sad. |
