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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required When I was little my mother and father took me to my grandparents place The reason was they had school and work so they dropped me off and took haste My grandmother who was always writing had brought out a case I always wondered what it was that made her heart beat in an odd pace Little I did not know what she was smiling so much about So I watched her run around making snacks all out I was little and about to touch the case, but I heard a shout When I heard her she had a look that made me pout My grandmother smiled and said to me that machine was special to her But what was that machine because it was odd looking, for sure As a little child nothing looks more interesting than a new figure Finally she sat down with me by her side and a cup of coffee to stir With a big smile she told me a story and first it was on paper As she spoke I heard her voice with ticks and taper I could not concentrate because of sounds and I was looking at her She spoke with kind words and words that I will know in the future I giggled when she said a word, because it made several noise I heard My grandmother smiled at me and really knew that I like the sounds that occurred Little things are not so little she smiled and looked at her coffee and stirred She pointed at the machine with paper rapped in it with a pattern that lured As she spoke to me I watched it snap at the paper with precision I was kinda amuse on her finger making a quick decision The machine was so fast and her fingers was too, I could not use my vision She was so happy to see that I was starting to understand the occasion After a while I got bored and she put me down on the floor She kept smiling and making music beyond the door When it stopped I felt empty some how to the core She stopped it was just because she could not find words no more I ask grandmother what is that machine you are using as I was griping Grandmother why wont you play with me as I was smiling She said that she was doing some stuff, I guess she was not done working But the thing was she was so happy as she said the machine is a Typewriter for typing April 18, 2013
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