Memory Is It's Mystery
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James McLain
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Memory Is It's Mystery;
When you have it,
plan your hand.
Misty is the memory,
when your love,
it helps your flush.
Face too face,
they cross,
each dimpled,
heart and diamond chin.
When the ace is never found.
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