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Scribble Me Out If You Will

                                for memory

The past. No, the present. The
past and the present. The invented
future? Maybe. My weblog. My
maplogs. My logs. All the logs

not meant for a fireplace. Although,
nothing about splitting logs. There’s
death in that. What’s to unscribble?
Perhaps more, perhaps much more;

this part is to be determined. All
the films I’ve experienced. Teevee
shows included. Every book I’ve ever
read. All acquaintances whom if en

countered today who’d stop to gab, and
wish me well in earnest, alive or dead.