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Well, well, well, I would hear my grandson say That was the first thing I would hear, each and every day With his big blue eyes looking into mine I just smiled and listened as if I were hearing It for the very first time.                                                                                                                      By Connie Hopkins
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May 11, 2021
May 11, 2021 at 12:03 PM UTC
Well, Well, Well
Well, well, well, I would hear my grandson say That was the first thing I would hear, each and every day With his big blue eyes looking into mine I just smiled and listened as if I were hearing It for the very first time.                                                                                                                      By Connie Hopkins
Jackson James Ferrell is his name he is 9 yrs old and what a sweet little clown he is too.
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May 11, 2021
May 11, 2021 at 12:03 PM UTC
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