We all have memories
And they are all special.
Sometimes we laugh,
Laugh when remembering,
Remembering the days we cried.
Sometimes we cry,
Cry when remembering,
Remembering the days we laughed.
That is the way memories are,
That’s our life,
Our life of memories.
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Author:
Goldfinch60 (Pseudonym) (
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I seem to be losing a lot mine.
A fine write Gold.
Opposites and dualities fill life and its memories. A lovely and nostalgic write Andy
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