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What's inside my grandma's door?
Not just grandma, much, much more. Hugs and kisses, candy too, Rocking chairs and peek-a-boo. Smiling, singing, wiping tears, Bragging, giving praising cheers. Telling stories, saying prayers, Nursing scrapes and mending tears. She'll strain to play down on the floor Even with her muscles sore. Grandma's are for giving love, Angels sent from up above.
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