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Grandpa


Here we are at the table family all around. He sits at the head of the table bearing his mischievous grin. Smirking, laughing, smiling There is always a gleam in his eye. While he hands you one pea, fore that is what he asked would you like A pea? Teasing, harassing, exasperating Always the first to comment Never the last to laugh. Putting his opinion with everything always having a blast. Talking, knowing, saying Grandpa was the lively one always having something to say. Grandma kept him on his toes, making sure he behaved.
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