In the midst of mess and dust
Of knickknacks and trinket boxes turned to rust,
sat a small, dirty, bag,
dog-earred and worn; the sides beginning to sag.
Among its contents of pictures and cards,
Reminders of love and life, before it was hard.
In a wrinkled old envelope, plain as could be
Not much to look at, hard to see,
was...
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