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My Grandma’s Stairs By Jaeden M. Small but comfortable.
I could Take a nap, but for some reason I don’t. Smooth, almost soft On the hardwood floor. I take my lunch, my blankets and my Books. I
settle down and stay. And stay and stay.
I suddenly emerge In the dark dim place and I maybe Could bring in a table and a rocking chair. It’s different and I like it there. |