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my relative

My relative

The wind whistle

And then

I hear my grammy yell

Time to eat

He and my brother

Ran throw the whistling air

Right when

We walked in the barn

The smell of noodles hit our nose

Like a hammer head

Sharck

The white skin

The curly proof hair

And  the brownish greenish eyes

Of her pace

That my relative

That’s my grandma

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