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To My Grandson
I will tell you about me like this:
I will never be tall,
I will never be small,
I will never be a man,
I will never be a football fan.
I would certainly like to have coffee in bed,
but it looks so sad,
as I’ll have to get up,
without any makeup,
then to dress, then to undress.
I will never jump as high as 2 meters,
because I won’t be able to run up.
...Thursday 23rd May 2024 6:23 am
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