Powerless
Grandad December 18th, 2011
I just went down the village for the paper and some batteries.
Came back with both.
That’s when I discovered I needed six, not four batteries.
Fuck!
I’m not going out again.
Herself will have to do without.
Head Rambles
Rambles around the head of an Irish Grandad
Grant me the senility to forget the people I never liked anyway,
the good fortune to run into the ones I do,
and the eyesight to tell the difference.
the good fortune to run into the ones I do,
and the eyesight to tell the difference.
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