My Granda
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Complete Thu, Dec 20, 2012<5 mins
This is a poem I wrote last year, due to the death of my Granda the year before. Even though I miss him ever so much, I needed to let people know how much my Granda, what he has done and amazing still does, means to me, and my family.
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