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We called you Papa, You called me pumpkin, A more loving Grandpa you couldn't have been. In loving your grandkids you had a special touch, You always said a baby could never be spoiled too much. Now you're gone and left so many babies behind, Every one of us wishes that time would rewind. And although your couch will seem lonely without you there, Each time we see it, we'll remember the good times we shared. So although you're not here in body and mind, I'll be your pumpkin and you'll be my Papa until the end of time. In memory of our Papa, By Holly Lange |
