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January 7, 2020
Q is for questions
I asked as a child.
When eager and inquisitive
and driving folks wild.
But each question answered
seldom made sense,
as the frown on my forehead,
became more intense.
Q is for questions
that children now ask of me.
So direct and disturbing,
taking my mind out to sea.
As each question answered
needs time to express,
with such awkward subjects,
I tend not to address.
Q is for questions
I have about my i phone.
But with no-one to listen,
I leave the damned thing alone.
And with my eyes on the blink,
as each year passes by.
‘Imogee’s’ a no-no,
so I no longer try.
Q is for questions
that don’t matter anymore.
A can touch my toes and do the splits,
and that’s good for 94.
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