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by Austin schuchard
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He gets up in the morning,
we all are mourning.

He gets out of bed,
he made sure we were fed.

He goes and gets his tools,
we all feel like fools.

He makes his walk,
now we all talk.

He is in the garden,
all of our hearts are hardened.

I love you grandpa and i miss you!!


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