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Persistence of Memory
Memories, we all have them
They fill our minds
They make us human
A treasure that we admire
All our memories vary
Some are vivid
They stick like glue
To the backs of our minds
We have the faders
They are there for the moment
But are gone like a whisper
And we have the lingerers
They melt away
As time goes by
But it’s still there
You may forget when
Forget why
Forget how
But it’s still there
It sticks
It stretches
It bends and distorts
There could be
An ocean of memory
Or maybe just a trickle
It is there
It may be strange
And even peculiar
But it is normal
It is not sorcery
Nor is it bizarre
It is just the persistence of memory