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I like to walk with Grandma Her steps are short like mine She doesn't say "Now hurry up She always takes her time I like to walk with Grandma Her eyes see things like mine do.. Wee pebbles bright, a funny cloud Half-hidden drops of dew Most people have to hurry They do not stop and see I'm glad the God made Grandma Unrushed and young like me!! Author unknown |
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Converted Coach Chapter | Midwest Bus Nuts Chapter
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