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notes: this is a poem I wrote shortly after my papa passed in 2014. I associate the 4th with happy childhood memories watching fireworks from his backyard, eating barbecue, and picking peas in his garden with my little pink bucket. when I think of freedom, I think about the innocence of childhood, and nothing encapsulates that more than my memories of the 4th at my Papa's
aw oh my gosh stop!! this is so sweet :,) I love this. may your grandpa rest in peace i’m sure he is very proud of you💘
Aahh this is amazing!! You can just see how personal it is and I love how much meaning it has ❤
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