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Slipping into forgetfulness
I'm older and forgetful and fading with the time like something that was written in useless words of rhyme. - But I've never got beyond the story I was told about the headless horseman back in the days of old. - I remember all to well the cupboard that was bare when Mother Hubbard looked for the bone she thought was there. - In my mind I still recall as well as anything those silly little lyrics to songs that we would sing. - So if you think I'm slipping into some senile stage then maybe you should wonder what's written on your page. - For if you can't remember then surely you'll agree that you are growing older and slipping just like me.
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