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My grandma..

My grandma..

Her sweet, soft hands,

Touching my face

gives me confidence,

To face my life

Her long pale fingers

Gives me the strength,

To wake up from

The land of dreams.

Her endless stories,

Which are full of wits and morals

Makes me a better person and

Leads my way like a bright candle.

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- Yogitha Y Kini

XII-C