It's odd the things that can bubble up out of nowhere.  I may not remember what I had for lunch yesterday, but I can remember a poem from a MAD magazine that I read when I was but a child...and that was long ago.  The poem?  
                                                               
                                                                                  "The other day upon the stair
                                                                                    I saw a man who wasn't there
                                                                                    He wasn't there again today
                                                                                    I think he's from the CIA."

I don't remember what year or issue it was (if you know, tell me!), but I have the poem firmly tucked away. 

Bob
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