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Special Grandmother Her paper bag held treasure, there was no guile, just pleasure. She choose with care, what she carried there, to a child it was adventure. It never cost much money, that never mattered though. Her love was pure, and sure to us, each of us did know. We'll always carry in our heart, her happy countenace. We carry in our bag, hearts joyous, and content. |
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For Meme Regina
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