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have come to read my "Grandpa" poem. |
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A little spinning top an empty can to kick marbles rolling everywhere a hoop and a stick |
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a hug from your grandma an icecream with a friend a gift from grandpa a thank you letter to send |
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days to work in the garden and days to go out fishin' grandpa's gottin' older longer life is what I'm wishin' |
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I'll miss him when he's gone I'll probably even cry he was always there for me I don't want him to die |
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I can't think of a day gone by that he didn't make me try and when I couldn't do it he would help, with a sigh |
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yes, I'll miss him when he's gone and I'll be there to say goodbye I never did like going to funerals but like he said, I must try |
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I'll miss you and wish you were here but I know you will be just above I dedicate this poem to you to my grandpa, with love.
Michael Hilp
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have come to read my "Grandpa" poem. |
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