THE ATTEMPTED MURDER OF A MEMORY

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remember the days when we were like young animals

gone mad

we were so proud to be the lovers we were and happy

for all we had

though a token thought has pressed me for such memory

I won't ever let myself forget the beauty and pleasure

I found in simply being with thee.........

(written June 20,1992 am)

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