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By: David W. Clare Having fun doing the hoola hoop Grandma yells at us to quiet down We act like clowns jump up and down run around shhhhh! Soon lunch is ready we eat outside Grandma cooks for us with her Old fashioned pride... Grandpa snores asleep, were not allowed to touch his new TV Us kids get most every thing for free Do behave or no more candy As our uncle sips on his crystal glass of brandy Our school teacher told us all to think When we grow up were not allowed to drink... We love grandma's basement... (C) In perpetuity all right reserved (P) FilmNoirWorks
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Nov 12, 2016
Nov 12, 2016 at 1:54 PM UTC
Grandmas Basement
By: David W. Clare Having fun doing the hoola hoop Grandma yells at us to quiet down We act like clowns jump up and down run around shhhhh! Soon lunch is ready we eat outside Grandma cooks for us with her Old fashioned pride... Grandpa snores asleep, were not allowed to touch his new TV Us kids get most every thing for free Do behave or no more candy As our uncle sips on his crystal glass of brandy Our school teacher told us all to think When we grow up were not allowed to drink... We love grandma's basement... (C) In perpetuity all right reserved (P) FilmNoirWorks
Kids poetry book pending 2017
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Nov 12, 2016
Nov 12, 2016 at 1:54 PM UTC
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