When it gets hard to breath
The air of self-indignation...
For decades from afar
I have looked on...
Mimi, hey, that's me!
I'm known to my grandbabies as Mimi...
With his skin so soft
his rosy lips...
She reminds me of once being a child
times were way different then...
Tinted with rose
Are the memories of yore...
Hearing children laugh
As they play with...
You came home that day
With three little baskets...
In life he was ever oppressed
but always gave life a hard time...
Dashing soldier, an entrance he had made
But his leaving was marked with the blade...
Pardon the insolence, hence the bow
For thy mouth to go gooey is part of the show...
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