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 Dinosaurs
Pounding our coffee table
With their big plastic feet.
Their deafening roars heard
Over a block away.
A parade of Dinosaurs,
March in our living room;
With my grandson
As the dinosaur's master.
Nearly three years old;
His inner reptile showing.
Raging, roaring, playing;
The little ones hug their mommies.
In the bathtub now,
Dinosaurs with suds on their heads.
Swimming now in the ocean;
Vivid is this storyboard of his.
This unending eon of time;
Brought to life by his imagination.
I watch,
I laugh,
I love;
My grandson.
11Apr10
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