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  1. That was the perfect picture to accompany your poem, Polly.

    When I close my eyes I can almost hear the grandma’s voice. In my mind it’s a little raspy. Perhaps she was a smoker as well? Or maybe she’s getting over a bad cold.

    But the grandkids know to mind her as soon as she tells them what to do.

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