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| "O" Mr Brain How can I change I have never talked to God "O" Mr Brain The oil is gone The pension is in the head The feet are up I am shy to talk to God "O" Mr Brain How can we knock on His door After centuries have gone Hello stranger he will say What do you want Are you kidding heaven and hell "O" Mr Brain The white hair are confusing The doctor says dementia "O" Mr Brain I have a faith called grandson He says Granddad God is open everyday I come fresh from him I know him There is no time There is no language Your heart is your dictionary Granddad you are a good man Your sweets count a lot in heaven Your hugs and wonderful stories Make God smile they are your prayers "O" Mr Brain This chap is the right oil of life |
Thursday, 9 January 2014
Poem: "O" Mr Brain
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