Sunday, February 3rd, 2008
Dismantle the swing seat
Away with the toys
Roll up the hosepipe
The shrieks and the noise
Box up the bouncer
The ticktock, the drum
Maracas and banjo
And cuddles with Mum
Put back the high chair
The shade for the sun
Grand children are home bound
Plotting chaos to come.
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Saturday, February 2nd, 2008
He was dying. He was in pain, too.
The old man knew he was dying, but he stood there in his blue dressing gown, welcoming them. He embraced them with one hand, the other he kept deep in the pocket of his robe to hold up his stomach.
It was Christmas Eve ...
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