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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 | ||
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| 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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