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My Mother's Father by Nicole Miller
My mother’s father was his title He was my lifelong idle Down the street was the Yum Yum Tree Where we went for our ice cream spree Two scoops of super hero My grandpa would say zero He handed the lady the bills And always cleaned up my spills Train tracks in the air Would always make me stare Ice cream is the best on sweaty summer days It always put me in the hays I love my grandpa and the ice cream that he bought I will never forget him or the memories that be brought. |