there are many ways
to collect a set of cards
medals of war
types of poultry
butterflies
or flags from countries
all around the world
it can be as slow
as eating vita brits
as much as I can hold
each day
that'll get me two cards
every couple of weeks
with good health and strength
as a by-the-way
it can be faster
when my mum's right there
to open the packets
for breakfast on the ward
six cards in a single day
makes the smile of a hot collector
but a better way
that has to be the best of all
is to talk to old eugene
the man who has control
of the most cards
in the whole wide world
when I ride up
to the hospital store
and ask him
he waves me right inside
points me to the ladder
and I can open packets
till five o'clock
two hundred cards
in my pocket
and I'm the best
that there ever was
~
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Author:
Frank Prem (
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Frank,
A great write! Do you still have those cards?
It reminds me of my Cracker Jack boxes of caramel flavored popcorn. Couldnāt wait to get to surprise in the box! My sonās obsession was collecting baseball cards! Fond memories!
~Laura~
I don't have them anymore, Laura. Such common pasttimes, just a lifetime ago.
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