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Sep 2018
Soup from the great big garden
and we canned it all just so
helped to wear the weather through
when the land was dressed in snow

and checker lesson Saturdays
with two lefties at the board
you helped to teach me fairness
when I lost, and when I scored

you kindled my love of books
and encouraged me to grow
i learned the best ways to say yes
and subtle ways to say HELL no

while writing this I realized
you're one of the few whom I can say
if my young life was a fresh spun bowl
your hands would be covered in clay

i remember most the times we'd play
and in the game of life, "I'm all in"
since you happen to be [MY] grandma
looks like this time I win

but seriously,

there is so much more to speak of
but I have a life to live
and I promise when I am done with it
I'll have taught how a grandma gives.
For my grandma's birthday
John Michael Biely
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John Michael Biely  M/phoenix
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