Grandpa green lived in a bean
his hair was black as cole.
He walked with a gimp and lazy arm
that looked stiff as a pole.
Grandpa green said everyone,
Why do you walk so slow.
He said with a gleam
when you live in a bean.
Theirs just no where to go.
(12-21-13)
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