idk what to name this

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memories as old as a fossil,

love as fresh as a leaf in spring.

smiles as swift as a closing curtain,

happiness as raw as an open wound.

this is your winding path.

enthusiasm as intense as a graded test,

sighs as free as a fluttering bird.

heart as big as a pile of the stuff,

friendship as secure as a binding handcuff.

this is your winding path.

this poem is about dogs i have no regrets bye

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