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A Little Mixed Up
23 July 2000

Just a line to say I'm living, that I'm not among the dead.
Though I'm getting more forgetful and mixed up in the head.
It is my turn to write you? Or, did I write before?
I think I owe you a letter. but I hate to be a bore,

I'mused to my bifocals: and my new plates fit me fine.
My hearing aid is perfect, but Lord, I miss my mind.
I stand before the fridge at times, and my poor head fills with doubt,
Have I come to put some food away, or did I take some out?

Sometimes when it's dark outside, and my nightcap is on my head,
I ask, "Am I retiring, or just got out of bed?"
Sometimes I can't remember at the bottom of the stairs,
must I go up for something, or did I just come down from there?

I do know that I miss you....sometimes I almost cry.
But, now it is almost mail time, so I must say good-by.
P.S.  I'm standing by the mail box with a face so very red.
I didn't mail your letter.....I opened it instead

Author Unknown

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