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| My Rememberer Is Broke My Rememberer Is Broke My forgetter's getting better but my rememberer is broke To you that may seem funny but, to me, that is 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 is safe, but, see! The person it is safest from is, generally, me! When shopping I may see someone, say "Hi" and have a chat, Then, when the person walks away I ask myself, "who's that?" Yes, my forgetter's getting better while my rememberer is broke, And it's driving me plumb crazy and that isn't any joke. |
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| welcome to the club conker, some of us ladies will know exactly how that feels. I have been like that for about 8 - 9 - 10 years now :agree but I couldnt be sure..........
__________________ "The greatness of a nation and its moral progress can be measured by the way in which its animals are treated." ~Mahatama Gandhi |
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