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Aug 2016
My great grandpa Pete
was a handsome man

I would look into his eyes
and somehow understand

His hair was all white
and his eyes power blue

He spoke only German
But I always knew

That he loved me, for you see
He would always share his rock candy with me.

He gave me a doll
with a painted face

It was made of oil cloth
and had no lace

It's torn and ripped
but that doesn't matter to me

Because when I look at that doll
It brings back a memory

My only memory
of my great grandpa Pete

My doll and my candy
Now isn't that SWEET?

by ~ Judy
My great grandpa Pete lived with my grandma....i would stop by after school and sneek up to see great grandpa Pete...a great memory...
Written by
Judypatooote  ohio
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