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Im sleeping over at BELLAS house
im her grandpa, and its 0233! And im here on the couch

Its early in the morn in a very strangely, quiet house
so very quiet,  and motionless, not even a sound, of a little mouse

But pretty, soon, in a little while
there will be the pitter, patter, of little bella, laughing, and running, and playing, with all of her toys, so busily, and then there will, be that priceless, billion, dollar, great big, huge, Giggle, and SMILE

She will open, up her eyes, and you will here her say
IM AWAKE, then She hits the floor, in a full out right sprint, and here comes a brand new fun filled, adventurous new day

I didnt lay down, until close, to midnight
and i got up early already, way, before the, daylight

It wont be too much longer, that ISABELLA, will be up, and talking, and moving about
and im, her PROUD,  gramps, and, ill be playing with her, trying to keep up with her, on her up and, down, round and round where abouts, and PLAYING, route

All, i know,, is that my whole body, is, so, sore and im exhausted already
as im, moving, up and down, round and round, playing, with this little, toddler, bella,, non stop, every waking moment, full, complete, and one hundred miles per hour, full steam, ahead, nice and steady

This is my joy, and my happiness,
i cant wait, for round two, with BELLA,, i dont,  even care, about even another, minute of-- sleep, --or --REST

By john d jungers
24---may--2016


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Im sleeping over at BELLAS house, on the couch