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The collage.
The collage hangs before me, there is three generations or more!
Smiling cheery people, that look at me from the wall.
As I gaze at all the pictures, that are glued behind the glass.
Young children who are fathers and mothers ,and some that have sadly passed.
There are several of my brothers, in different stages in life,
Holy communions and weddings, and some stunning ones of my wife!
My eighty one year old mother in law, in the costume of a vamp!
One of me as Charlie Chaplin, I look good dressed as a tramp.
There are pictures that were taken in Ireland, and some down under as well!
And one of my neighbors from over the road ,dressed as William Tell.
Little kiddies in the p.J's, when Santa has come to call.
My children on holiday, all brown and bearing all!
These picture that hang before me, are of my own design.
I can actually get lost in them, when I get the time.
There are some that lift my spirits, and some that make me sad.
But you know what dear readers, this collage is not half bad……….
Smiling cheery people, that look at me from the wall.
As I gaze at all the pictures, that are glued behind the glass.
Young children who are fathers and mothers ,and some that have sadly passed.
There are several of my brothers, in different stages in life,
Holy communions and weddings, and some stunning ones of my wife!
My eighty one year old mother in law, in the costume of a vamp!
One of me as Charlie Chaplin, I look good dressed as a tramp.
There are pictures that were taken in Ireland, and some down under as well!
And one of my neighbors from over the road ,dressed as William Tell.
Little kiddies in the p.J's, when Santa has come to call.
My children on holiday, all brown and bearing all!
These picture that hang before me, are of my own design.
I can actually get lost in them, when I get the time.
There are some that lift my spirits, and some that make me sad.
But you know what dear readers, this collage is not half bad……….
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The collage.
The collage.
