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MY GRANNY AT 99
though she is in the verge of an end
she lives her life like a gal of fifteen
the enchantin toothless smile she gave
emaciated hand telling 108 beads of rosary
face with million criss-cross wrinkled
with bented back she walks
up towards the ridges to monastery
oh! no rains or storms can tame her
from her staff
N she sings, dances, cooks n washes
everything like a gal of fifteen
she lives her life like a gal of fifteen
the enchantin toothless smile she gave
emaciated hand telling 108 beads of rosary
face with million criss-cross wrinkled
with bented back she walks
up towards the ridges to monastery
oh! no rains or storms can tame her
from her staff
N she sings, dances, cooks n washes
everything like a gal of fifteen
Published 7th Sep 2012
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