Said the little boy, “Sometimes I drop my spoon.”
Said the old man, “I do that too.”
The little boy whispered, “I wet my pants.”
“I do that too,” laughed the little old man.
Said the little boy, “I often cry.”
The old man nodded, “So do I.”
“But worst of all,” said the boy, “it seems
Grown-ups don’t pay attention to me.”
And he felt the warmth of a wrinkled old hand.
“I know what you mean,” said the little old man.

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  1. I’ve enjoyed your blog! The new look is nice. Having a site is all new to me, and I had to re-follow you. I’m not sure what I did wrong. Terrible to admit I pushed a few wrong buttons. But I’m only human. Looking forward to what you have to say next.


  2. At first I thought it was the start of a joke…Then I realized it is no laughing matter..
    Well,thanks for bumming me out, my Sunday was going pretty well until then..And as I am approaching that signpost up ahead,(to paraphrase Rod Serling in “Twilight Zone”)I’m afraid they’ll take the drivers license from me…Lest I run over it..
    If you have any idea what this comment is all about, please let__ me__ know @bab-yl-on.whatthe?.com


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