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*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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Feb 23, 2016
Feb 23, 2016 at 6:33 AM UTC
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...*
HeidiHenriksen
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Feb 23, 2016
Feb 23, 2016 at 6:33 AM UTC
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