Poetry Gift

February 7, 2011
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When I went on a car ride with Grandma Mickey,
I heard the wind whistling,
I saw the radiant sun around us

When I mowed with Grandpa,
I smelled the fresh cut grass,
I remembered the feeling of excitement

When I walked with Grandpa Mickey,
I tasted vanilla icecream, sweet as sugar,
I wondered if my life could be any better

When I sat on Grandpas lap,
I felt saf like under a warm blanket,
I discovered that nothing would ever compare

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