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Nana I always took for granted she was there for only me, Never thought of missing her till that day sadly came to be She had a way of making you the center of her busy day, The measure of her patience a kind and pleasing way I was the first of many but her favorite just the same, Now that she has gone from me It's my turn to play the game For everytime I hear them call its me they're speaking of, For now I am the Nana sharing life and all my love So as I kiss them all goodnight I only hope to someday see, I'm the one taken for granted missed when that day comes to be. |
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