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I recently went through a spell
When I had one minor and two major operations
In rather quick succession
One of the consequences of this was
That I didn't see my grandkids for months on end
Primary schools being, as they are
The Petrie dishes for all human disease
So, it was decided that as I was either waiting for
Or recovering from surgery
To keep them away from me
Until I was in the clear
And when I was in the clear
I was soooo glad to see four of them
The youngest of my grandkids
Are twin boys, far from identical
And at this time they were about six
One standing a head taller than the other
And at seperate points in the day
Independant of each other
Each twin said the same thing
"Grampy, I  thought you were allergic to kids."
And to each I gave the same reply
Once I stopped laughing
"Ah well, sometimes it's better than others."
I can see the picture now
"Mummy, why can't we see Grampy?"
Jenny, doing a thousand other things
And no time for explanations
"Grampy's allergic to kids!"

                                              By Phil Roberts
In the flow of days time
Woken up by alarms chime
Toils of the day doth begin
The buzz of city in ears ring

The routine of day dims the life
Why to wonder this endless strife
Each with the race of his own
Endless work time doth drown

Little treats of life found on the way
Love not lost under suns ray
Forgiven a driver reckless
Forgotten the abuse endless

A hungry woman with a child
Not hers begs for money robbing hearts mild
A little girl to a shool she belong
Yet she sells on signal with a song

Doth not one stop to make this wrong right
Not to stop or help humans take flight
Hypocrite am too to meet my days deed
Come Monday a race starts every human fulfilling a need
Some thoughts about Monday in the city
No more waiting
No more tomorrows
No more isolation
No more open sorrow
No more of the deception
You have to come out if your own hell some time
Didn't I punish myself enough?
I can handle more than most
But I'm quite tired of being in this situation
Where I'm looking outside but can't open the door
And everyone is having fun except me
That's how I generally feel here.
Mistakes we make are
lamenting over
past mistakes!
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