Gramp
Gramp died on may 14,
it was the sadiest day,
I never want to repeat,
we went to his fournel,
and we went to his grave,
but when we looked inside,
we couldn't believe he really died,
But as time went by,
things weren't the same,
because gramp wasn't around,
to make are lifes complete,
now nans alone,
in that big empty house,
with no husband to come home to,
when she's feeling so alone.
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