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| As I was trimming his hair, he tried to explain how he could not remember how to recharge his shaver and had not shaved all week ... later, as we shuffled down to the car, he could still join in with some of the words: |
| When the red, red, robin Comes bob, bob, bobbin' Along, along, There'll be no more sobbin' When he starts throbbin' His old sweet song. Wake up, wake up you sleepy head, Get up, get up, get out of bed, Cheer up, cheer up, the sun is red, Live, love, laugh and be happy. I'm just a kid again, doin' what I did again, Singing a song, When the red, red, robin Comes bob, bob, bobbin' along. I commend to you my Hands post tomorrow ... his energy waxes and wanes ... |
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1 comment:
You would not catch me trimming anyone's hair ... looking forward to tomorrow as usual.
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