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Grandmas Lap

she patted her apron tiny boy crawled inside she covered him up hiding him from the cruel world never letting him go he was safe

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Date: 1/14/2021 11:54:00 AM

Oh, yes, that is what we want to do! I have six pockets, how about you?

Caren Krutsinger
Date: 1/14/2021 5:50:00 PM

I wish I had more! I need ten.

Date: 1/14/2021 8:06:00 AM

Sounds like a warm, loving place to be. I didn't know my grandmothers; but I hope my grandson looks at me this way Caren :)

Caren Krutsinger
Date: 1/14/2021 10:14:00 AM

He will! My grandsons are all four giant puppies

Date: 1/13/2021 10:34:00 PM

Caren, No safer place in the world. No stronger force in the universe. -Richard

Caren Krutsinger
Date: 1/14/2021 10:15:00 AM

That is what I think too

Date: 1/13/2021 8:26:00 PM

Yes, he was. Grandma's lap beats Santa's any day of the year (ok -- except one). Smiles, Gershon

Caren Krutsinger
Date: 1/13/2021 9:02:00 PM

It really does!