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MY SON AND HIS GRANDPA


Walking hand in hand wherever they go,
Through the park or to that fishing hole.
Two branches growing on my family tree,
Reaching out on either side of me.



My son and his grandpa,
A love as pure as gold,
One growing up,
One growing old.

A perfect pair of pals,
Both so young at heart,
My son and his grandpa,
You can't keep them apart.


We visit him each Sunday, but when it's time to leave,
My son's still tugging on his grandpa's sleeve,
Saying, "Grandpa, can you make this penny disappear?
Then reach right in and pull it out of my ear!"

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He's passing on that torch, right on his back porch,
Telling the same old stories that he told me.


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