Friday, September 24, 2010

Once Or Twice...

You stretched out like you were a cat, in 1953,
I'm glad that you gave life to me, when you were 33.
Every minute I'm alive, the resting are trying,
To pull me closer to dying.
Grandfather I'm there when you fall over,
There's no music in the other room,
But there can be for you.
Yes I'm just a gentleman, and your hands are cold.

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