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Grandma
Contributed by
ml02
on
Tuesday, 24th September 2002 @ 03:45:00 PM in AEST
Topic:
MiscPoems
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Daisies Sit dying Wilting In her stringy Ivory hair.
Her hands Go tap Tap against the rocker She mutters Nonsense Of childhood And endless stories.
But He sits Eyes wide open At her feet Never misses a word Never misses a beat He loves Every single one Of Grandma's little stories.
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2002-09-24 15:45:00] (Date/Time posted on
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Re: Grandma
(User Rating: 1 ) by Jackee_line on
Wednesday, 23rd April 2003 @ 07:43:06 AM AEST (User
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This poem is very sweet, I remember myself sitting by my grandad to hear is stories of his youth.
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