The conjuror

Like a conjuror

From time to time,

I dip into my hat

And flip – Hey Presto! –

A memory of this and that –

A special song,

A favourite book.

A photograph.

Could that be us?

How young we look.

For just a moment

Then is now,

And now is then.

Wish we could have it all again.

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