Monday, June 8, 2009

Ode To Grandma

You are like a Violin playing in the sunset
You are a quite street named Laverne 
You are the color of blue as soft and as kind as a lake shimmering in the sunlight
The day Sunday is what you are if you were a day of the week
When you look inside you your a cherry tree with a craving for soft pudding with whipped cream
When your a natural disaster you are a fire of colorfulness
There is only one kind of animal that fits you
It is a black short hair kitten
You are England 
You are like sugar in the refrigerator next to the lemon cake
You are the meaning of love

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