What is it
About ticket stubs
That prevents me
From throwing them away
Not just the precious few
From a World Series
But lately
I can't throw any away
They do not bring to mind
Vivid memories
Of good times
Or remembrances
Of hits and runs past
Yet they stand for something For times I traveled
Outside of time
Like stamped passports
They are all the proof remaining
Of my trips
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