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Windshield wipers slappin' time Grandpa drivin' Grandma singin'... Goin' home from my weekly Wednesday visit after my mama died... only allowed one day a week with Grandma my mama's mama... Always a stop at the store for one more Golden book and a roll of Lifesavers on the way home... and I remember my tears going back to a place that did not feel like home and Grandma singin' "You are my sunshine my only sunshine". My tears are fallin' now with the memory of her voice and the sight and sound of the rain... Grandpa drivin' and Grandma singin'.... and those windshield wipers they were slappin' time... cj 2016
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May 8, 2016
May 8, 2016 at 8:58 PM UTC
Slappin' Time
Windshield wipers slappin' time Grandpa drivin' Grandma singin'... Goin' home from my weekly Wednesday visit after my mama died... only allowed one day a week with Grandma my mama's mama... Always a stop at the store for one more Golden book and a roll of Lifesavers on the way home... and I remember my tears going back to a place that did not feel like home and Grandma singin' "You are my sunshine my only sunshine". My tears are fallin' now with the memory of her voice and the sight and sound of the rain... Grandpa drivin' and Grandma singin'.... and those windshield wipers they were slappin' time... cj 2016
cynthia-jeany9
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May 8, 2016
May 8, 2016 at 8:58 PM UTC
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