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Remembering

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Memories rattle round

Like the old pots and pans

On a wandering tinker’s dray

With an enormous array

Of potions and lotions

And creams galore

Piled up high on the wooden floor

Scents and events long forgot

Bring a knot to my throat

As I drown in the gush and the rush

At last released from the heart of the past

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©DGA 19 December 2011 06:29