GRANDMA'S HOUSE

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A nice place to stay.
A nice place to play.
A place in the summer that's fun.
A place to feel the breeze. A place that does please.
There's the fair. I feel the excitenment in the air.
In the middle of July, all I see with my eye,
A place never want to be done.
All the dinners are winners.
The beach.
All it can teach.
It is within reach.
TV.
Books to take a look. Toys.
A lot of joy for this boy.

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