I can't remember anything
that's why I write words down
now where is that piece of paper
it's got to be around.
Where is my personal notebook
this I know can be found
to write down all information
to paper I am bound.
Where is my pencil
with an eraser a must
I just laid it over there
this wont be the last time I cussed.
Now armed with pencil and paper
I'll keep track of life again
now where are my car keys
let this day begin.
So where is my cell phone
fell through my pocket back there
turning through my notebook pages
note to self
pants pocket needs repair.

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An average day in my life.