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Grandma's  Sight
[by Dr.Who3]

Doctors said
my grandma's sight
was blurry.

She couldn't read
the printed page,
see snow nor rain
or even a new fashion rage
and we should 
really worry.

But she could see
when I was broke
and gave a kid a dollar.

She always saw 
when I was sad
and cookies had
with milk for me to swaller.

When I thought 
to outgrow mush
she never did get mad or rush
but pulled me o'er
cross her rug
and gave me
one big grandma hug.

I don't think that they were right.
Was nothing wrong with 
Grandma's sight.


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