I see my Grandmother, asleep in her chair,
After years of toil, a moments peace.
A faint smile lifts the corner of her mouth,
and colours her cheek,
As she dreams of my Grandfather, or her family,
Or what ever things an old woman may dream of.
After years of toil, a moments peace.
A faint smile lifts the corner of her mouth,
and colours her cheek,
As she dreams of my Grandfather, or her family,
Or what ever things an old woman may dream of.
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angryann:
he's not getting any titties and neither is anyone else hahaha
angryann:
mah, not really...i'm breaking out some of my old stuff so this should be fun. haha