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We drove down the interstate.
We passed the Ho Jo. Really great.
My mom did say half way to go
That was good to know
She lived on a quiet street. It was neat.
Just down the street, the beach. Well within reach.
She had a bell. I used to love to ring it well.
All the people in the neighborhood, knew it was good.
She bought sometimes me toys.
This boy had a lot of joy.
I could play all day.
She made dinners that were winners.
We see watched TV.
My mom see,
` ` in a bed right next to me.
Sister on the floor on a cot. She like that? I know not.
I was afraid of the dark. On, was the hall light. Alright.
One night the power went out, but ok back by the day.
It was kind o a shock. We did talk.
I watched her work in the garden.
Flowers and trees.
Me, see, that really did please.
Grandma and I walked to the beach.
I wanted to stay. I wanted to play.
She said, my mom would not know where
we did go.
She said no.
Grandpa
A word of him not tp be spoken
Silence not broken.
