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Oct 2010
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Who, what, where, when, and why?
These are the questions, children always cry.
How much longer? Are we there yet?
As you turn the radio up, you tell them not to fret.

I don't want too! Why should I?
Teenage years, they rebel and they lie.
But the phone sometimes ring, late at night.
Are they okay, officer? Are they alright?

You work and you worry and you love them so.
Are they alright? That's all you want to know.
The kids are grown and have families too.
Now it's them, who are taking care of you.

Who, what, where, when, and why?
These are the questions, grandparents always cry.
How much longer? Are we there yet?
As you turn the radio up, you tell them not to fret.
JT-TJ
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