The Fifth of March

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I don’t remember a single thing
I did on the fifth of March.
There must have been something,
for if there had been nothing,
I would have done everything
I’ve been meaning to do.
So I know I did something
but I remember nothing
so maybe I did some things on my list.
And those are the things I was meaning to do.
Next time I ought to mean to do
something a bit more meaningful.