who was my grandmotherA Poem by maidenwhen i was a wee one and grandma was still living she told me the big bad wolf lived downstairs now i sit down here atop a washing machine smoking a marlboro thinking, grandma would've had the ashtray at the kitchen table © 2014 maiden |
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Added on February 3, 2014 Last Updated on February 3, 2014 |