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My Grandmaís Stairs
By Jaeden M.
Small but comfortable.
Take a nap, but for some reason I donít.
Smooth, almost soft
On the hardwood floor.
I take my lunch, my blankets and my
settle down and stay.
And stay and stay.
I suddenly emerge
In the dark dim place and I maybe
Could bring in a table and a rocking chair.
Itís different and I like it there.