They say there is an art to forgetting.
But I forget how it goes.
It starts with knowing
And then losing your grip.
Small matters seem left behind,
Only to be forgotten soon enough.
Can't seem to hold a thought in my head,
Only in a matter of time it is gone.
I thought I'd explain how it happens,
In a brief explanation of sorts.
At best it was so long, I skipped it,
You won't miss reading it at all.
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thought provoking read
Oh, George!! This is a good one!! Subtle humor works best.
Love ya!
Jane
Reviewed by Michael Schafer 9/19/2016
Forgetfulness is a form of freedom.
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