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| I put an acorn of an idea |
| in my memory of my mind |
| and through the years |
| forgot about the incident |
| which happened in my youth |
| until one morning I |
| felt the roots of a large oak tree |
| search for the knowledge of good |
| and evil. |
| I woke up with a headache and |
| the bottle of asprin could not |
| relieve the pain. Then |
| I wished I was a squirrel who can |
| naturally forget where he |
| burys his food because |
| he has too many acorns. |
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