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Jan 2016
Bob
Practicing songs on my guitar
Before Sunday service strumming away
Getting it on the ole fashioned mode
For the old folks to hear,Β Β to start their day.

Grandson Tony
Arrives with a grin
What now?
Thinking within.

Yellow pad note
Was coming near
Stuck on my forehead.
It was made clear.

Finished the song
The note was so near
Removed from said head
Said **"Bob was here"
Tony is small and he calls himself Bob
The littlest Minion he identifies with.
John Stevens
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John Stevens  Idaho moved to Texas
(Idaho moved to Texas)   
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