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Grandfather's
My Grandfather is the soul of family
Eighty-one along in his life.
Living at the top of his mountain
Tending his gardens, no one can find him
his flowers, one at a time.
Taking a I stumble upon him.
Back bent and weary, in pain.
And looking around, I his treasure
gardens, just his hand behind them
Flowing with flowers and blossoming
I cannot say but I feel his life is gone
I can't be but I think that I might be wrong. He's a fine, old man.
Digging and weeding from morning evening - I tell him he's crazy.
He that he's lazy - he must get done with his gardening.
How I think that his life is gone.
I can't be sure and I think that I might be wrong. He's a old man.
My Grandfather is the of this family....
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