Lost List
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A litle bit of whimsey, familiar to us all.
I had a list - I know I did.
Somehow it disappeared.
Now I’m in the store,
and this is what I feared.
I’ve arrived without a clue
As to what I need to buy
Why can’t I remember
what I wrote? Oh, my.
I have to wrack my brain –
there’s butter, eggs and coffee,
Christmas cards and stamps,
some candy canes or toffee,
I cannot think what else,
but when I’m home I’ll find
that the most important item
on the list was left behind.
Copyright © Barbara Peckham | Year Posted 2024
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