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stains (Free verse) by calliope

i wonder how we all survive the thought that maybe our memories die more and more each day and the ones we save might just happen to be the least important.

-=Dark_Angel=-, P.I. 5-Jan-07/6:04 AM
Title reminds me of a classic verse from Kipling's "The Lesson":


It was my fault, and my very great fault-- and now I must turn it to use.
I have forty million reasons for failure, but not a single excuse.
So the more I wipe and the less I stain the cleaner the pants I shall get--
I've had a lavatorial lesson; I may take off my diaper yet!




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