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Apr 2017
Grandma would sit on her rocking chair
Rocking all day long.
The chair was her joy each day.
As she grows old.
She loved to rock on the porch.
As the car drove by she would smile.
Now the rocker is old.
It sets in the cold of the day.
Now that grandma is off her rocker
Written by
Harold r hunt sr  63/M/union sc
(63/M/union sc)   
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   lavendersky
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