Grandson
Grandson
You make me so happy, so happy you make me
I looked around, and what did I find
A boy full of energy, wisdom and charm
From the day he was born til present time
He has changed the life of all he's around
His comical expressions and wile ways
Endears him to hearts and that's where he stays
You make me so happy, so happy you make me.
Poetry is either something that lives like fire inside you or else it is nothing, an empty formalized bore around which pedants can endlessly drone their notes and explanations.
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| The Lighthouse | 0 | 06/23/2009 |
| St. Lawrence | 0 | 06/23/2009 |
| LOVE | 0 | 06/23/2009 |
| Sister | 0 | 06/23/2009 |
| Grandson | 0 | 06/23/2009 |
| JIM | 0 | 06/23/2009 |
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