Those parents of mine had parents too,
And so it goes on, spreading issue.
Then the genes jump and miss one generation,
My mother say's I'm like her father, 'too much imagination! '
From my grandfather I learnt many things,
How to fix planes and birds with broken wings.
I got up at dawn to wave grandpa goodbye,
And when he came home at dusk I gave a great cry.
He's long gone now, but I remember him very well,
I look forward to my grandchildren, to create a new spell.
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