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Created on: May 21, 2008
ALTA
Her things were divided
That thing and this
Some got excited
And grabbed as they wish
They went through her dressers
Her closets and drawers
And gathered her treasures
Till they could carry no more
But I got the most
I don't mind being smug
It was a last chance to see her
And a last grandma hug
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ALTA
Her things were divided
That thing and this
Some got excited
And grabbed as they wish
They went through her dressers
Her
She placed the dime inside my hand and closed my fingers tight.
Then whispered ‘Keep it secret’ and I whispered
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Than I have room to rhyme!
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