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by Shelby M. Forrest Jacob loves his Great Gramma, and wants a poem to say how much he loves and thinks of her. She'll be eighty her next birthday. She likes spending time with her family. To their trailers they often go, when the weather is pleasant and balmy, when there is no rain or snow. He likes to visit her and to help do odd jobs around the house, and when she's sleeping, Jacob will try being quiet as a mouse. Age means nothing to Jacob at all, whether she's eighty or eight. Because Jacob loves his Great Gramma. He will always think she's great. |
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