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This is my Grandfather

*This is my grandfather

Or rather

It's his grave

You see

there's just the thing

that he and I never meet

 

He died before I was born

He didn't even meet his grandson

none of the grandchildren

did he meet

tho' he had always whished for it

 

So this cold stone

which is covered by grass

is the only kind of grandfather

which I ever had...*

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Written by
HeidiHenriksen
Published
Feb 23, 2016
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15·66
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#love#death#cancer#grave#i#born#grandfather#dies#grandson#grandchild
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