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GRANDPA AND GRANDMA
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ABSTRACT POEMS
Grandpa sings
Grandma knits with string.
Everybody knows. Everybody goes
to their porch.
They sit facing the street. They are so neat.
They sit in their white, rocking chairs.
All day until the night
They, for each other really care,
and for everybody else too. It's true.
Good stories they tell.
Good times they dwell.
