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.
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