Scott Stanley Davis Biography

I have a granddaughter and to my surprise, she has been right there by my side; The first time I cared for her, she lifted her head, and looked for her mother, but I was there instead; When all others went out to play; she would look for me that day, and say I want to be with you okay? She helped me plant, flowers and plants and even built me a house for my ants; I taught her how to dance and dance, and boy could she just prance and prance,
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I wanted to write a poem of someone, but it had to wait because I wanted to communicate it and get it straight; I did not wish to underrate it, but to demonstrate that I wanted to create it:
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Why do I fall in love with the wrong person? is there any light to show me tonight; when they shove me around, like a O'glove they just found. I want to just bury my head and never show it above the ground;
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What is it about rain that is in the night, for you cannot see the clouds without sunlight; as you sleep on a soft bed with covers over your head, but there it is a drip drop instead; It does not interfere with the atmosphere, this I know is so clear; As you rest on a your bed, then must wake up to close the window, as it rains on the weeping willow and not on your pillow you just fled.
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I spoke to her from a phone, I text her from my home, I posted on facebook, and I am not alone; then I decided to recite her a poem of sweetness and light; even though I don't really know her despite; loved by all that knows her, and her family they so adores her.
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