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Your sweet smile, The way you kindly spoke, Will forever be in memory. Your kind eyes, The way the passion in them rose,
She was beautiful once. She was feisty once. She could ride a Harley, choke a stogie and found herself as a fine woman of the 50’s.
When my Great Grandmother was near death in the hospital I was curious to see what an old person's butt looks like, so I kept standing on my tippie toes to catch a see