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Poem about my grandfather and me in Amityville (Remove filter)

A Patch Of Mint

                     While snippin' a pinch to steep in his kitch'

                     I'd suck on a leaf with a quizzical itch

                    Just a boy to play , with toys to fetch

                    I could'nt care less for herbs and cress

                    Now the house of Jim Hall grew mint for his tea

                    It grew the sweetest of nectar so close...

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Poem about my grandfather and me in AmityvilleNY

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