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Yo Yo

As I wake to the sounds of Robins in the Thicket I lift myself out of bed, morning coffee the ticket. Breakfast defrosted in microwave, toast? a slice, Shower and head off to work, weather so nice. On the bus so many frowns, Mondays have no joy, This kid gets on Yo-Yo in hand, this so old toy. He beams at me , smile so happy and bright, " Look at what my Gramps gave me last night!" I smile back at him and say "Great..Splendid." He attempts to do a roll and return, so horrid. Let me show you I said, took the string and rolled, My youth came flooding back in waves, I tooled. Walk the dog, Sleeper, Breakaway, all in the bag, Then Elevator , Spaghetti and Jamaican Flag. Handed The toy back and got off, at my place Heard a Noise turned to see smiles on each face. Bravo, hurrah, the screams, breaking into applause. I Bowed and bounced off to work.. smiles..I the cause.

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