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Smokey Hugs

When I was young You would pull out a cigarette And oh how that smoke stung But you pulled me close when we had met And I know how your heart sung For I was a granddaughter so contrary to you Lacking the rough and stern exterior, the one you always wore A flower through and through Your hugs, they hurt so away I tore, down the hall and out the door But when you passed I couldn't believe How my heart smashed And how much I regretted the hugs I insisted to leave But now I look back and remember the way I hugged you back And I'm happy knowing about the times, you threw me over your shoulder, Like a potato sack.

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Date: 2/15/2019 7:06:00 PM
Well written Christina great Job!
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