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Aug 2015
When your children
Near berserk us;

When the maitre de
Would disapprove;

When the pastor
Stops the service

To ask your cut-ups
To stop and move,

I shrug my shoulders.
Don't grow nervous...

I buy, of course,
Though they don't deserve it....

When the ice cream vender
Tries to serve us....

Not my monkeys!
Not my circus!
Benefits and Detractions of "other people's children...." I love my grandkids! Being a grandfather is wonderful! As a former Ring Master,
I can sit back and enjoy the Show....(0;
Don Bouchard
Written by
Don Bouchard  65/M/Minnesota
(65/M/Minnesota)   
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