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Big Momma

I was thinking about my grandmother.

Sitting here on the park bench
looking at my grandchildren play
how time has pass laughing out loud
to myself
Thinking this is what big momma
use to do sitting here on the park bench
wondering if she could still slide and swing
Big momma and I use to sit talking
about the good old days and now I
understand why as I began to watch
and wonder the same

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