I imagine a little bag we all carry
For stuffing things we really need
To hold on to and I don't mean memory
Or maybe it's just a pocket
Where you keep a still
Unwritten note to yourself
Always ready to present it
To guarantee your flight
Or a purse where you know you put
The password somewhere in here
Emptied on the counter
That little bag of necessities
Waste and treasure saved
You imagine will get you on that plane
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