My Grandpa

January 25, 2010
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When I remember,
i hear the barking of beagles.
i see a tall man working.

When I look back,
I smell center pizza.
I remember my seat.

When I remember,
I taste the great cooking.
I feel the love all around.

When I look back,
I wonder how he got through so much.
I disciver how much my grandpa taught me.

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Powd3er said...
Feb. 3, 2010 at 11:40 am
This poem has great flow and insight.
I really enjoyed it.
Lovely poem darling =]
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