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Every word brings a though to mind,
Some are bad and some are fine.
These are memories that we keep.
They often come out when we sleep.

The greatest gift a man can have
Is a memory not gone bad.
It holds places we’ve gone and people we’ve seen.
We use it to dream of what we’ll be.

I went to Florida one, it was nice,
And with my memory, I go twice.
If I see a beautiful face,
I’ll know her if we meet some place.

That’s just the tip of the iceberg
Of the purpose memory serves.
I can remember sights and sounds,
Or how I felt that night downtown.

My memory holds the whole earth,
Everything I’ve know except birth.
Take advantage while you have it,
Lest one day forgetfulness grab it.