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Grandpa and his bicycle behind
Children were running,
Hut and the Banglewalon.
Grandpa’s big black body,
Days old Porridge C Beard
And behind the seat was suspended
Long wavy shirt.
Wearing white trousers wide
They go kill pedal,
Same way,
Day by day.

Children happily shouting, screaming,
“Grandpa! Grandpa!”
And far away
Their chase,
Not until they get tired,
Tikakr on one foot and bicycle,
From his pocket colorful Pprmint
Would remove the children.

He had begun to walk again,
Dissatisfied, he screams, “Grandpa! Grandpa!”
While they tease,
From their home until they
Do not get very far.

Forgot all
And children went their way.
Suddenly one day, Grandpa got me,
The hut in front of an old fall apart
Sitting on the bed.
I would hesitate a little waiting,
“Da Grandpa,” I Hickichaya.
His direct hand was paralyzed
And they could not hear me.
Bringing them closer to your mouth, ears
I spoke to some higher, “Grandpa”

They slowly wait wait
One side curved,
And a red Pprmint
Pocket removed from
Put my hands on.