Long Life, Short MemoryA Poem by PeteIt is only when we forget all our learning that we begin to know. - Thoreaui'm not sure if i remember what goes where or how to tell the front from the back on women's, dental floss underwear let alone what became of my thick, jet black, wavy hair at least i have my bifocal specs along with faded memories of my ex a couple of torn, bounced checks and in my back pocket, a dusty, old, frayed packet of latex © 2025 PeteAuthor's Note
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