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My Grandpa Tony
This is another poem that I wrote with my mom in 8th grade. Again very short so enjoy! |
My Grandpa Tony I have a grandpa named Tony Who made his living slicing provalone. He did this until his arm he could not feel; Then he went home and ate rigatoni with noni. |