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I take a day off and
I drive my grandma to the mall
You're the best grandson ever, she says
You make time for me
And so she walks from shop to shop
armed with her shopping list
She throws each item into the trolley
and ticks off against her list
Two hours, three hours, four pass
and she smiles to me and says:
'We're done! Let's go…'
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And so we go to the car
and I help her load
every item in the boot, and in the back
and just then, she says:
'Oh, no - we got to go back;
there's one more thing I've got to get! '
'But grandma, ' I say,
'You had a list and ticked off each item
and you've bought everything'
'But you silly boy, ' says Grandma
'I haven't bought you anything
Because I forgot to put you on the list! '
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