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THE GRANDMAS

Perhaps I were a sleeping,
Perhaps I were awake,
And maybe I was neither
So what difference does it make?
I dreamed of a merry party
As jolly as could be
'Twas all the dear, dear Grandmas
Invited out to tea.
They came from near and distance,
All the Gradmas I had met,
The dear, quaint, nice old ladies
I never shall forget,
And some were oh, so funny!
Such stories told that day,
And said such quaint, wise, solemn things
As only Grandmas say.
Some told what kind of herb teas
Were best for every pain
And some told all their troubles
In such a minor strain,
And then they fell a talking,
The Grandmas one and all,
Of some sweet, lovely boy and girl,
I can't just now recall,
But one thing still I treasure
Just like a costly gem
It was a little boy or girl
Who had been kind to them.
One said a little grandchild
"With softest step" (she said)
Had brought her lovely violets
When she was sick abed.

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