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By John I. Blair

How real is a memory
That dwells
Only in my mind,
All thatís left
Of a precious person
Or beloved place
I can no longer see
Or hear or touch?

Philosophers have said
If reality exists
In any humane sense
It comprises only memories;
All else is illusion.

©2004 John I. Blair  

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