Thousands of ME’s
From Infant to Old
Illusions of form that I chose
That I might traverse this place
All the way from Birth to Death
That I happily bequeathed
To Myself before coming
Let Me not forget that
I agreed to Love them All
Thousands of ME’s
From Infant to Old
Illusions of form that I chose
That I might traverse this place
All the way from Birth to Death
That I happily bequeathed
To Myself before coming
Let Me not forget that
I agreed to Love them All
me too. I agree with it all.
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Who is this great poet anyways? Lol
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Your darling cousin ❤ Who would ever have guessed we'd be great friends? Gramma? She knew.
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Yes, I think she did.
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