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It seems lately that my brain has decided to disappear to parts unknown, so I thought this poem would be a perfect one to share with you. I'm sure there are others out there on my flist who can sympathize with me. Hey, maybe we should form a 'forgetter's' club *g*... but then again, we'd probably forget where it is *snickers*.

And, yeah, sorry this is a few days late... I, ummmm, sort of forgot to post it on Monday. See what I mean, my brain is totally gone! *g*

MY FORGETTER

My forgetter's getting better
but my rememberer is broke.
To you that may seem funny
but, to me, it is no joke.

For when I'm "here" I'm wondering
if I really should be "there".
And, when I try to think it through,
I haven't got a prayer.

Often times I walk into a room,
say "what am I here for?"
I wrack my brain, but all in vain
a zero, is my score.

At times I put something away
where it is safe, but, gee!
the person it is safest from
is, generally, ME!

When shopping I may see someone,
say "Hi" and have a chat,
then, when the person walks away
I ask myself, "who the heck was that?"

Yes, my forgetter's getting better
while my rememberer is broke,
and it's driving me plumb crazy
and that truly isn't any joke!

Happy Monday flist! For this week, I thought I'd share this cute little poem about smiling.

Hugs,
chris

SMILE FOR YOU

Smiling is infectious; you catch it like the flu,
when someone smiled at me today, I stared smiling, too.
I passed around the corner and someone saw my grin,
when he smiled I realized I'd passed it on to him.
I thought about that smile, then realized its worth,
a single smile, just like mine, could travel 'round the earth.
So, if you feel a smile begin, don't leave it undetected,
let's start an epidemic quick, and get the world infected!

I hope everyone on my flist had a great weekend! The weather here was gorgeous. The snow is finally all melted so I was able to get outside to do a bit of spring garden clean-up. After a long winter, it's always exciting to see my plants beginning to poke up through the soil. I thought for this week's 'Thought For The Week' it would be appropriate to share a little poem about gardens *g*.

Hugs, Chris

MY GARDEN

My garden is a tiny plot,
a mini-world,
a micro-dot.
A single rose,
a rustic chair,
a breath of lilac
lingering there.
My garden is a tiny plot,
a paradise,
a hallowed spot.
~by Karen Rene~

For ages now I've been collecting poems and verses. I thought that instead of keeping them to myself it would be nice to share them with you here on my LJ. On the Monday of each week I'll post a 'thought for the week' which will either be a verse or a poem. I had done this a while ago on a Yahoo group I had once belonged to and people seemed to enjoy them. I'm hoping that you will enjoy what I share with you as well.

To begin with, here's a little poem about friendship that I've always loved.

There's a miracle called friendship
that dwells within the heart,
And you don't know how it happened
or where it gets it start...
But the happiness it brings you
always gives a special lift
And you realize that friendship
is a very precious gift.

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