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Forgotten ForgetterPosted Wednesday, March 23, 2011, at 10:13 AM
I could have mailed it, that's what I'd do, If I could find my list, that remembers 'you.'
I couldn't 'just' send it on,
I had to play with the words,
Before my memory is gone.
So, don't be mad, if you don't understand,
My way is sometimes strange,
More suited to the old guy I am,
One living happy, on the Range.
Yeee-Haaa!!! and AMEN. Arley
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My forgetter's getting better,
But my rememberer is broke
To you that may sound funny
But, to me, that ain't no joke
For when I'm 'here' I'm wondering
If I really should be 'there'
And, when I try to think it through,
I haven't got a prayer!
Oft times I walk into a room,
Say 'what am I here for?'
I wrack my brain, but all in vain!
A zero, is my score.
At times I put something away
Where it's safe, but, Gee!
The person it is safest from
Is, most generally, me!
When shopping I may see someone,
Say 'Hi' and have a chat,
Then, when the person walks away
Myself, I ask, 'who on Earth was that?
Yes, my forgetter's getting better
While my rememberer is broke,
It's driving me plumb crazy
And that, folks, ain't No joke.
CAN YOU RELATE???
You will, just age a bit.
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