i am sitting in my bed
grandpa pushing tales in my head
these are tales i have not read
for the come from death's dread
i hear tales of war
he tells of gore
though sometimes i cannot help but snore
except for when he tells of a lions roar
now im old and grown
telling stories of my own
my grandpas dreams have grown
and through me they have been shown
Submitted: January 11, 2009
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