
Grandpa met a girl,
With blue eyes,
Fiery hair,
Freckles
And
A
Sense
Of Humour.
He laughed his lunch off,
Made plates fly,
Rambled incoherently,
And laughed a little more.
Grandpa was the best.
As always.
"Kill one man, you're a murderer; Kill a million, a King; Kill them all, a God."
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