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IN THE ATTICIn the far corners of the attic Grandma's precious photographs In a tiny shoe box Today to go in one tiny disc Grandma an angel was a fox Grandpa her proud soldier She left me the key to unlock Black hair,long locks, later Grey Yet in Grandpa's eyes true love She was getting better looking every day MT Rainier in morning mist Below the summit where they kissed A trip long ago to Paris, France All through the night as they danced A daughter's teenage romance Where Grandma and Grandpa shared the last dance add forties--fifty music to enhance This legacy left for me of days long past Poetry Ad-Free Upgrades Vote for this poem
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