By Farah
Submitted by twisted_lie
Date: 2007 Oct 11
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Past memories dancing in my mind,
The smell of his hair and of that fancy wine.
The way he smoked and the tattoos on his hands,
He was known as the Sheikh on his land.
Grandpa those are the memories that Grandma told me of you,
I wish I had solid memories of us,instead of moving sand.