Granpa

May 19, 2009
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To Grandpa trouble gleems through the trees as it seems like a year scince he was here. One day here and the next day gone through th trees i can here his voice so soft and gentle calling my nameoften it seems, I would call back and nobody answerd we all formed a chain which was broken when his passing was a sad sad day we all cried like babies the next day I woke with the sound of hammers beating in my head and talking about Grandpa as we ate breakfast I fell apart and to Grandpa Forever goodbye





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