The Greatest Man, Papal.

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You sit in your recliner and rock back and forth
You're telling me how much I am worth.
You say that I am an angel sent from above,
No matter what I do you always show me love.
With out you I don't know what I would do,
I would be sure to cry and tear into two.
When you talk to me it means so much,
If I have a problem you're my crutch.
When I am away and not with you,
I miss you so much I don't know what to do.
When I think about you a tear creeps into my eye,
Then before I know it I begin to cry.
I know where you are, and I know I will see you again,
but sometimes a grandaughter just needs a friend.
Someone she can talk to no matter what,
Even if her and that person have fought.
That is why my papal is the perfect man,
Because in my eyes if he can't do it, then no one can!





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