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	<title>The Family Poet &#187; Growing Older</title>
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		<title>Dust</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 11 Jan 2010 11:00:38 +0000</pubDate>
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With age a constant reminder,
Poor eyesight and glasses a must;
They came through the mail just today…
My heavens! Just look at the dust!
My glasses must be the problem,
I’ve not seen that much dust before.
So now I’ll take off my glasses
Before I come in the front door!
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With age a constant reminder,<br />
Poor eyesight and glasses a must;<br />
They came through the mail just today…<br />
My heavens! Just look at the dust!</p>
<p>My glasses must be the problem,<br />
I’ve not seen that much dust before.<br />
So now I’ll take off my glasses<br />
Before I come in the front door!</p>
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		<title>Countdown</title>
		<link>http://www.familypoet.com/2009/07/29/countdown/</link>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 30 Jul 2009 04:02:42 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[The doctor sadly shook his head
As he examined poor old Ben.
“How long do I have?” Ben asked.
The doctor frowned and answered, “Ten.”
“Ten weeks, ten months, ten what?” Ben asked.
“Is it something that you can fix?”
The doctor just kept on counting;
&#8220;Nine,&#8221; then &#8220;eight,&#8221; then &#8220;seven,&#8221; then &#8220;six&#8230;&#8221;

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			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>The doctor sadly shook his head<br />
As he examined poor old Ben.<br />
“How long do I have?” Ben asked.<br />
The doctor frowned and answered, “Ten.”</p>
<p>“Ten weeks, ten months, ten what?” Ben asked.<br />
“Is it something that you can fix?”<br />
The doctor just kept on counting;<br />
&#8220;Nine,&#8221; then &#8220;eight,&#8221; then &#8220;seven,&#8221; then &#8220;six&#8230;&#8221;</p>
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		<title>Waiting</title>
		<link>http://www.familypoet.com/2008/12/30/waiting/</link>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 31 Dec 2008 03:04:30 +0000</pubDate>
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				<category><![CDATA[Growing Older]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Married Life]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[Just where could her husband be?
He was bad to keep her waiting.
It was hot inside the car;
This was very aggravating!
He was always in a hurry
So who&#8217;s the slowpoke now?
If she made him wait this long,
He would have a holy cow.
He wouldn&#8217;t use a cell phone,
No way that she could call.
He said he hated shopping,
Was he [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><img src="http://familypoet.com/graphics/Waiting.gif" class="center">Just where could her husband be?<br />
He was bad to keep her waiting.<br />
It was hot inside the car;<br />
This was very aggravating!</p>
<p>He was always in a hurry<br />
So who&#8217;s the slowpoke now?<br />
If she made him wait this long,<br />
He would have a holy cow.</p>
<p>He wouldn&#8217;t use a cell phone,<br />
No way that she could call.<br />
He said he hated shopping,<br />
Was he still inside the mall?</p>
<p>It had been at least an hour.<br />
She was really getting mad!<br />
She thought, &#8220;He doesn&#8217;t love me;<br />
He wouldn&#8217;t treat his dog this bad!&#8221;</p>
<p>She decided to call home<br />
Her husband&#8217;s voice came on the phone!<br />
He said, &#8220;You know how much I worry,<br />
When you go shopping all alone.&#8221;</p>
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		<title>Were You There Grandpa?</title>
		<link>http://www.familypoet.com/2008/03/03/were-you-there-grandpa/</link>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 03 Mar 2008 22:01:07 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>wayne</dc:creator>
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He was supposed to memorize
The entire Gettysburg Address,
Which was causing my grandson
A lot of worry and distress.
So I recited it for him,
As I had learned it long ago.
It was to him a big surprise
That it was something I would know.
He said, &#8220;It&#8217;s easy to recall
Something that you actually saw.&#8221;
When Lincoln made his famous speech,
Were you [...]]]></description>
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<p>He was supposed to memorize<br />
The entire Gettysburg Address,<br />
Which was causing my grandson<br />
A lot of worry and distress.</p>
<p>So I recited it for him,<br />
As I had learned it long ago.<br />
It was to him a big surprise<br />
That it was something I would know.</p>
<p>He said, &#8220;It&#8217;s easy to recall<br />
Something that you actually saw.&#8221;<br />
When Lincoln made his famous speech,<br />
Were you at Gettysburg, Grandpa?&#8221;</p>
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		<title>Too Old For Golf</title>
		<link>http://www.familypoet.com/2008/02/26/too-old-for-golf/</link>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 26 Feb 2008 21:55:02 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>wayne</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Golf Humor]]></category>
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Although ninety years old,
Jack played golf every day,
So he was unhappy,
His sight was slipping away.
He could still hit the ball
A good country mile,
But not seeing its flight
Was cramping his style.
His wife said, &#8220;Take Herby,
He has perfect eyesight.
He&#8217;s a hundred and two
But he&#8217;s still very spright.&#8221;
So Jack took old Herby,
To watch him tee off,
Ignoring his wheezing
And [...]]]></description>
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<p>Although ninety years old,<br />
Jack played golf every day,<br />
So he was unhappy,<br />
His sight was slipping away.</p>
<p>He could still hit the ball<br />
A good country mile,<br />
But not seeing its flight<br />
Was cramping his style.</p>
<p>His wife said, &#8220;Take Herby,<br />
He has perfect eyesight.<br />
He&#8217;s a hundred and two<br />
But he&#8217;s still very spright.&#8221;</p>
<p>So Jack took old Herby,<br />
To watch him tee off,<br />
Ignoring his wheezing<br />
And occasional cough.</p>
<p>Jack hit his first ball<br />
On a long curving flight,<br />
Depending on Herby<br />
With his perfect eyesight.</p>
<p>&#8220;Did you see where it went,<br />
Could you follow my ball?&#8221;<br />
&#8220;Of course,&#8221; said old Herby,<br />
&#8220;But I can&#8217;t seem to recall.&#8221;</p>
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