My grandama's from christmas past were always made to last.From quilts,to purses some sparkly things.All made from paper "s from measuring to many things.
From the glue on her face .That made us laughbut, I knew her would always last.They were made out of love.Like the huckleberry hen I made last year.That hang's on my cupboad,filled with cheer.
She never shop at those store's "she said all things that are made are made of love".I still have those thing's ,You know that mean so much.So I write this for her,a christmas poem.To let her know, That I have my first paper .
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