(Get your sick bags out)
GREAT GRANDKIDS
Each grinning sits astride...an old rheumatic knee
 a pair of exuberant saplings...aged just four rings and three
two new babes...born in the woods
impatiently broke from eager buds
off a sturdy family tree
roots mulched firm...bedded deep
fed by antecedents...in their everlasting sleep
 flourishing fixed...to a healthy mix 
of assorted ancestry

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