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I wander, today
Wasting the chance to grow more
To be, as I pass
About the Creator
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GRANDMA NELSON
Daddy pulled off the interstate, and I saw the all familiar red barn, and I knew we had arrived at Grandma Nelson's farm. I always had mixed feelings about seeing my Grandmother. It seemed she had as many Grandchildren as the old Mother in the shoe nursery rhyme. I saw her as different, but that is not why I hestiated. The truth be known I always got in trouble at her house, and ended up sitting in the car after I had been scolded.
By Susan Payton7 days ago in Fiction
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Well now. That level of eloquence and heartfelt writing you achieve normally, in short-form. Says all it needs to say. Stunning work.
Love this one
This is very beautiful