If something’s stored to keep it safe
And then you must retrieve it,
You’d better hope that you remember
Where you chose to leave it.
For oftentimes, the hiding place
You took so long to find
May somehow, ‘cause of age and time,
Have vanished from your mind.
And then you tear your house apart
Or really rack your brain,
But there’s a chance that all that work
Might sadly be in vain.
So think before you stash an item
Saved for future use,
For years from now, that knowledge
From your mind may be vamoose.
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