A bricolage of memories
Fills my crowded drawers
With years of delight
And disappointment
Dreams delivered
And dismissed
Spilling over
With the antics
Of a life
Mischievous
And great
Building up to
A wondrous fate
In the still
Of the quiet
I clean
Out this drawer
I read I seek
I feel in awe
Of a world
Full of wonder
All in my drawer
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