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Uncanny It's an uncanny thing, this journey of mine Having encountered so many various walks of life, I find it extremely difficult to keep track of those who have impacted my existence. Maybe you too, have had moments of introspection Where you have attempted to discern the defining times and persons who [that] have come and gone. One thing at least I have learned. There are some who have crawled inside me Ever to remain in memory's care. An ever constant reminder of days done past Yet their presiding presence continues to last. For you who have been instrumental in fashioning this individual's soul, No payment could I ever make To show the gratitude it would take. |