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- Poetry > Free VerseSinking into soft cushions, I sit next to crackling flames, whose warmth licks my cold face. Grandpa sits across from me with his old leather boots resting up on a stool, relaxing weary joints. Curled up in blankets I wait for his stories. Peeking through tall grasses Grandpa runs throug...