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I have been there, too! sam 
posted by
sam444
on February 23, 2012 at 8:41 PM
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Kabuiepie!!!!!!!
That is simply marvelous if I remember correctly. You really are a very gifted poet my darlin' and that's as honest as my love for you.
posted by
WileyJohn
on February 23, 2012 at 7:40 PM
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Kabu
I always lubricate my forgetterer with a bit of scotch, as long as my rememberer can tell me where I stashed the bottle...
posted by
Nautikos
on February 23, 2012 at 5:34 PM
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This poem is so witty. I love it.
posted by
TAPS.
on February 23, 2012 at 10:39 AM
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Our employee Harry James says that he often wonders who the heck he is talking to that just recognized him.
posted by
FormerStudentIntern
on February 23, 2012 at 9:55 AM
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It's said blueberries help with memory so I keep some on hand each day.
Now, what was it we were talking about
posted by
reasons
on February 23, 2012 at 9:47 AM
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Oh my Kabu, this happened just the other day to both me and my wife. We were at a meeting, a seminar type thing about social security when this total stranger came over and started talking to us and told us that she couldn't get Jay to come with her, and we both politely said how sorry we were that "Jay" wouldn't come. When she left we just looked at each other with that blank face expression, we just couldn't place her until her and Jay sat next to us (for the umptinth time) in church the next Sunday.
posted by
UtahJay
on February 23, 2012 at 8:16 AM
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I can certainly relate to that, cute way to espress getting older
posted by
Lanetay
on February 23, 2012 at 7:45 AM
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It may not be sublime,but if you still make it rhyme.
And I was thinking of the latter, it does not really matter.
But I like it all the same, because from where it came.
Deep from that pool of inspiration which arose for this occasion.
posted by
C_C_T
on February 23, 2012 at 6:45 AM
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WHEW!!!!!!!!!!!
IT IS SOOOOOOOOO GOOD TO KNOW THAT I AM NOT ALONE!! LUV U BOTH
posted by
jesse_jean
on February 23, 2012 at 6:12 AM
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I guess you never heard of Bill Cobsy's theory that certain parts of our memory relocate to our butts! Because as soon as you leave that room and go sit down somewhere, you'll suddenly remember why you went into the other room! Try it . . . it works! 
posted by
JimmyA
on February 23, 2012 at 5:44 AM
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I find my rememberer works better if I've had a serving or two
of fresh fruit that day. I like berries, and it seems they like me. But I forget what Dr. Oz said was in them that makes 'em so good for us. As for that forgetter getting better, sometimes some things are best tucked away in a drawer that no longer opens. :)
posted by
Pat_B
on February 23, 2012 at 5:17 AM
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LOL! I love this and I can already sympathise...
posted by
lionreign
on February 23, 2012 at 4:20 AM
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LOL - cute poem - bet it speaks for many of us out here!!
posted by
adnohr
on February 23, 2012 at 4:06 AM
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Darling mine has been that way for years. I have found I can do very well with faking it except for those things I want to know. These conversations with the 'unknowns' they haven't a clue we are good, very good, in fact we are due an Oscar. Only we know we are changing places with our forgetter and remberer. It is none of their business. Don't worry about the important papers, you will find them when you are looking for the toothpast or some such. Love you dear lady.
posted by
Justi
on February 23, 2012 at 2:32 AM
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