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Anecdote to Share
i discovered my love and i dont see us the way we are i see my tall dark and handsome j g with fire in his eyes he sees his lithe young woman climbing fences in her cocktail dress after a date chasing her cat off the roof love is full of anecdotes to share with the grandchildren the antics we pulled in our youth use to drive us crazy now there is humor for us on those cold dreary nights we warm ourselves wrapped in each others arms talking about some of our notorious escapades love is full of anecdotes to share with the grandchildren on the cool nites when the crickets are out serenading us we will sit beside each other bobbing our heads in memories strolling down the road hands held remembering past days sitting on the front porch on hot evenings seeing different days love is full of anecdotes to share with the grandchildren i now remember grandpa sitting in his chair with a vacant smile now i know what was going through his mind... it was grandma the older we get the more we remember ourselves the way we were the golden years are the travels we take through memory lane love is full of anecdotes to share with the grandchildren Vote for this poem
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