A Poem: Memory

I’m proud of myself
I’m ashamed of myself
It depends on what memory
My brain decides to throw at me.

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I’m glad I wear clothing. It’s the old Puritan in me.

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Damned if you do damned if you don’t it’s all in the memory it’s all in the joke

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Cheering the past, and tomorrows glory days.

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