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another day at grandpa's


my grandpa drinks beer

and when i biked away i seen a dear

and i hear 

with my ear

that the gear

of a car was near

and when i biked home grandma sheryle puts me in tears

and it was almost the end of the year

for me to be a senior.

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AngelT
<p>i love poems and music</p><p>when i write music it turns into a poem which is really cool</p>

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