Memories keep knocking on doors of intellect within my mind,
opening and closing them through the years, silent, yet hope-
ful of recognition in days of the future.
Walking away as chords of existence give way to the future
that will lead us into our destinies on tomorrow's shores,
looking forward to a new nation with Donald Trump, American.
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