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| A time when I was lost... |
A time when I was lost In a world of my own Thinking serene thoughts, Of my life and their own. I was out in the field, With the wind in my hair. I was out in the field, Thinking thoughts so sincere. Then I came back to earth with a startling jerk I was inside my room reading Sweet Valley Twins�. | ||||||||||||||||
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| Grandma � |
Who wore her native dress a new one each day Whose slippers were always seen on her daughter's feet Who always said, Don't make her cry, I never made you cry. Whose beautiful old voice was always loving and kind, Whose love for children made her loved by all who knew her well, Whose death occurred on children's day and gave us all a shock. | ||||||||||||||||
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