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poem for my gran
by clare - 24 Aug 06
Gran,god saw you getting tired,
a cure was not to be,
so he put his arms around you,
and whispered come to me,
a golden heart stopped beating,
hard working hands at rest,
god broke our hearts,
to prove to us,he only takes the best.
you were my rock,love you clare xx
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