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GRANDMA MARTHA
Her Soul ran deep to the core
Loving guidance forevermore
Even though she's passed away
More of her lives today
In my childhood memories
She ranks in highest degree
All did love her how knew her best
One would think she never did rest
Penance she took in all things rare
Her mark she made with no despair
I can remember the pain she did take
Without a complaint, no mistake
Thinking of her delights me so much
Her kind and gentle touch
Like majic the things she made no folly
Like clothes for my dear dolly
In Loving Memory of my Grandma
Michaela Warren 2011
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