Memories
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Juan Olivarez
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Memories cross my mind,
Mellowed gently just like wine.
Of other people, and other times,
As the clock on the wall gently chimes.
Memories that at the time,
Seemed to me less than sublime.
That at the time I never knew,
Someday I'd treasure them anew.
People I knew, places I saw,
Rivers and mountains I watched in awe.
Memories of life flowing behind,
The deep recesses of my mind.
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