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There is a circus come to town, A large colorful tent on the school ground... There is a circus come to town, A large colorful tent on the school ground...
The poem describes grandmother's singing. The poem describes grandmother's singing.
Harvest season… Harvest season…
Grandma is fading away. She is ninety-one. or maybe two. No one seems to remember. Grandma is fading away. She is ninety-one. or maybe two. No one seems to...