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Mar 21
I make my way upstairs
Then wonder why I’m here
I started with a purpose
Now it’s not so clear

I find myself mid-sentence
As I draw another blank
With God as my witness
Happens more and more these days

I struggle in remembering
When I started to forget
Was it now or perhaps then
It all began to slip

I’m introduced to someone
Shake hands with a smile
Hate to say but forget the name
The moment I turn around

If you have a secret
I’m the perfect one to tell
It’s not that I can keep it
I just forget things really well
Mike Hauser
Written by
Mike Hauser  Sunny Florida
(Sunny Florida)   
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   Simpleton and Francie Lynch
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