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For Instance

by Clive James and Pete Atkin

I'll always keep in mind your generosity
It's remarkable what you've left behind
For instance, here's a front-door key
Looking almost like it belongs to me

There must be some mistake, you've left so much around
There's all sorts of things you forgot to take
For instance, all my limbs are sound
And you never burned the house to the ground

There's just no end I fear to your boundless charity
There's no end of stuff that should not be here
There's all manner of junk, there's all kinds of gear
For instance, there's your memory