Selective Memory

He can name all of the quarterbacks
On every team in the NFL.
He can remember all of the jokes
That I hate for him to tell.

He can recall every argument,
That we had when I was wrong.
And he knows all of the words
To every dumb hillbilly song.

He remembers hunting season
And the hour that it begins.
He knows the scores of every game,
All the losses and the wins.

It seems he can always tell me,
Exactly how much that I weigh.
The one thing he can’t remember,
Is the date of my birthday!

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