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GRANDMAUsed to rock in a chair By the door Look at the place It's not there anymore Go to baseball games Late at night Stand for the national anthem It was only right From the neighbor's garden Across the street On Memorial Day Flowers and Grandpa's grave would meet Everything was a sin 'Cept for eating and TV Grandma you sent me to church So I'd always have God's love in me Next year, Grandma, in heaven above I'll be a Grandma too Time flies by so very fast But I'll never forget you. (For Edith Irene (Tedford) Stephens 1898-1964) 11/29/1998 2110 cj Vote for this poem
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