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In all of granny's years There were quite a few tears Two husbands, seven children Six girls, but one son From dinner rolls, to crochet holes She has taught me all And when I fell and scraped my knee She always cushioned the fall In all of granny's years There were quite a few tears Especially in the last few moments When all that's left are the tokens
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Oct 28, 2020
Oct 28, 2020 at 5:45 PM UTC
Granny's years
In all of granny's years There were quite a few tears Two husbands, seven children Six girls, but one son From dinner rolls, to crochet holes She has taught me all And when I fell and scraped my knee She always cushioned the fall In all of granny's years There were quite a few tears Especially in the last few moments When all that's left are the tokens
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13/F/Arkansas
Oct 28, 2020
Oct 28, 2020 at 5:45 PM UTC
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