GRANDMA AT NIGHT

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     She's sitting all alone,

    in her home.

    Her family away, very far.

   Too far to go by car, or plane.

    Sometimes, they talk by phone.

   But those times are rare.

      She really does'nt for that care.

      She's just sitting in the chair.

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