Where are the reasons written to be read.
Where are the recordings of things that were said.
Where are they hidden, can they be found?
They are nowhere in view, they don't lay around.
Am I to pick up and read a certain book?
Is there a place I am to go to, to look?
Memory plays me and fools my view,
hides the words, the things I once knew.
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Author:
Maplespal (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: January 15th, 2026 06:27
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Comments1
Lost things to be found and how, where to look. A great poem of how we find what we need or want. Easier said that done. Nicely written
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