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In Memory of my Grandpa
There once was a grandpa named Wray,
Not the kind that you meet everyday,
With humor and jokes,
That’d baffle most folks,
He delighted in prose and in play.
With his ready wit, and insight,
he always had words to recite
And while we’ll all miss his voice,
We can smile, and rejoice,
To know he’ll sleep in Heaven tonight.
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