The Night I Forgot Who I Was

It was November 5th, or thereabouts, in what must have been 1989? Think so. I forgot who I was. A friend of mine wrote everything I needed to know on a piece of paper. I kept it. A couple of nights ago I found it. I thought I’d better bequeath it to you, before one of us dies….

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Cheers, Paul.

 

 

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