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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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