Things on my list will consist
Of people I love to see and miss
And of chores and daily tasks
Like call my husband,
Let him know I care
Then take the car in for repair
Pick up my son
From his dad's house
And now the weekend has begun
To call my Mom
See if she's around
Let her know I'll be in town
Do the laundry, feed the pets
In doing all of this
I have no regrets
As the years pass by
There's so many things to remember
When your memory is like a blender
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