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Sep 2018
My granda snored as loud as a shotgun going off
in a silent film,
called us tossers,
cooked us food,
picked us up from school,
was a source of joy,
set us right,
but never gave us thick ears,
in his finals weeks,
he took the time,
to tell me all he knew.
WA West
Written by
WA West  M/Belgium
(M/Belgium)   
110
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