Great Grandma

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Whenever I go over

she has biscuits on a plate. 

She lets me watch a movie

and she lets me stay up late. 

 

She’s got a little fluffy cat.

She bakes some tasty treats, 

then tucks me up in bed at night

in comfy, cosy sheets. 

 

I love to go and stay at hers

and see her beaming face. 

I think she’s my ‘great grandma’ 

as she’s really, really ace.

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(published in Poetry Is Not For Me!)

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