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Sat, 17 Jun 2006 On this day I was born, years ago my grandpa would smoke his pipe and play the violin. As I sat by his side the wood burning in the stove brought warmth to us both, most of all I remember that I didn't need the stove at all, my grandpa was warm enough for us both. - Aug 2, 2005 |
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