Grandma with her crooked fingers

Grandma with her crooked fingers Told me all her secrets She could not speak, she could not hear Her fingers spoke, her eyes heard all Grandma with her crooked fingers Told me to always walk straight Crooked things she said are bad Unless they're crooked body parts Grandma with her crooked fingers Told me to always speak straight Crooked words she said plant doubts Unless they're crooked with natural fault Grandma with her crooked fingers Told me to always work straight Crooked ways she said dig graves Unless they're crooked by form Grandma with her crooked fingers Told me how to live a life- With her crooked ways and crooked words; In a not-so-crooked manner ~Moniba.

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