| Hand-me-downs |
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| You remember how Mama talked |
| on and on |
| about the old days? Those times, |
| her times, that didn’t matter to us then? |
| But she kept on talking anyway . . . |
| And we thought her mind was giving out. |
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| O Mama |
| how could we know |
| you were only trying to die |
| without all your precious memories |
| locked up inside you forever |
| all those memories we never even wondered about. |
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| (Copyright © 2000) |
