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Dec 2020
Have we got enough batteries?
Because what I’m hoping for from Santa
requires at least four of the fat ones
plus four of the thin ones for the remote?
And remember last year when he forgot?
And I cried? For hours?
So, have we got enough?
Mum’s face suggests
that more than batteries are drained.
Dave Robertson
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Dave Robertson  46/M/UK
(46/M/UK)   
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