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I remember all the little things
that we used to do.
You took me to ballet
You helped me ties my shoes.
You made very special clothes
to make me look so nice.
I would fall down and skin my knees
And you would dry my eyes.
We would go on picnics just the two of us
We would go on Sunday drives just to ride the bus.
Oh we had out little spats Be cause I thought that I was grow.
But you never held a grudge because you loved me so.
Grandmas are so special they help to see you threw
And that's why I picked you.