I go for a walk each day.

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Copyright © 2011, Michael M Wayman

I live in an old peoples home, I am alone, I go for a walk each day with my walking frame.

One morning I saw a little girl sitting on a park bench. It was my Mother. I sat down beside her.

What are you doing, Notty? I asked.

Same as you – waiting for

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