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As I lie in this old room of mine

My mind begins to wonder

As if I'm on a boat

Traveling down memory lane

Yet, the memories come

And go quickly

The ones that stand out the most

Are my most treasured

The ones of me and my puppy

How we grew up together

The memories of my weird rescue 

Dog who I loved to the end

Even when he was bizarre 

Beyond reason

To the first moments I

Brought my son's home 

To this very same room

How they grew up in it

How I hated it

How it made me closterfobic 

How many memories and days

After me and my parents went

At each other

Than their are the good memories of

How me and my love

Used to make love in this room

Some memories good and

Some bad

Yet,

I try to remember only the good

Ones

Just to make this room

More bearable for me