Grandma

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    Grandma

    I wish that I could see your face
    I wish that I could take your place

    I hate that i can't look at you
    All the picture's just make me blue

    It make's me want to cry
    All i can do is say goodbye

    I know that i don't want to
    But there's thing's in this world you got to do

    When I'm dead and gone
    I know that I'll be strong

    Because Heaven is where I'll be
    And you will be there with me

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    When power leads man towards arrogance, poetry reminds him of his limitations. When power narrows the area of man's concern, poetry reminds him of the richness and diversity of existence. When power corrupts, poetry cleanses.

    John F. Kennedy (1917-1963) Thirty-fifth President of the USA

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