Dear Grandma,
Remember when we used to go to the carnival,
We would walk around,
until we were hungry,
and then we would eat,
until we felt stuffed,
like the prizes we had won,
When we were full,
we would find the mirror room,
and you would laugh,
as I ran around into mirrors,
like a chicken with its head cut off.
But now you are too old,
and I have out grown that,
so all we have left is these memories.
-Adam
Tuesday, March 10, 2009
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2 comments:
Your grandmother would appreciate this.
Lucky. I don't think I've ever seen your grandmother. She must be really nice. I can really picture you running like a chicken with it's head cut off. Have a good time.
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