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by TheProsePoet May 8, 2012 category : Life, society / other
I see the names faded with time On my desk as I lull I wonder whom they were What kind of life they lived And what life they have now It may seem like a name of Some student who decided To deface a desk Though the desk had no face Until it was written upon I add my name to the Desk of many And I hope someone will Remember me And wonder who I was A name upon a desk is not just A name It is a memory And a hope To remain