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Post by Jack Nifedlorry on Aug 22, 2008 13:18:48 GMT
Just a line to say I'm living, That I'm not among the dead;
Though I'm getting more forgetful And mixed up in the head.
I've got used to my arthritis, To my dentures I'm resigned;
I can cope with my bi-focals But - ye gods- I miss my mind.
Sometimes I can't remember When I'm standing by the stair,
If I was going up for something Or I've just come down from there.
And, before the fridge so often, My mind is full of doubt;
Now did I put some food away Or come to take some out?
So remember I do love you, And wished that you lived near;
So now it's time to post this And say goodbye my dear.
As I stand beside the post box My face - it sure is red.
Instead of posting this to you I've opened it instead.
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Post by Lou Briccant on Aug 23, 2008 14:04:22 GMT
You're nearly there Jack.
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Post by TerriTalks on Aug 25, 2008 14:37:41 GMT
Hi Jack I loved this poem! I think I am getting there too help!!!! Love TerriTalks xxxx
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