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My Hero


One warm moring, I was sad 

He knew as soon as he saw me that something was wrong 

He came and sat by me

He always knew how to cheer me up

He knew that he had to cheer me up

He always knew what to say to cheer me up

He did this everytime I was down

He is my grandpa. 

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