I Was Ahead of Her Game
My teenage granddaughter tried to manipulate me
Wiley and cagey as I knew she could expertly be.
I was ahead of her little game by a country mile.
I raised her motther who has an identical smile.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2020
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