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My grandfather's clock was too large for the shelf So it stood ninety years on the floor It was taller by half than the old man himself Though it weighed

You stood on that bank when I got baptized Gave me a thirty, thirty when I turned nine At sixteen you caught me drinkin' out in the barn I could hear

This is the story of the first Thanksgiving, once again by my drunk grandpa: Many years ago...Christopher Columbus and his pilgrim buddies come to America

Bei jedem Wickel mit der Mutter wor mei erster Weg von daham zu Dir. Und Du host g'sogt: "Sie is' allan, des mua?t' versteh'n, ois vergeht, kumm, trink

Granddad was 80 years, physically still strong Went every Sunday by foot from house to church Days he was sitting against the windowpane, he greeted everyone

If you don't get in the water you're never gonna learn to swim He said a snake is just as scared of you as you are of him He could tell by the moon when

Come home, it's been so long We're missing you at home So hang up that phone 'Cause I'm coming back home Back home Come home, it's been so long I can

Mom Says, "Put on your Christmas best." - Grandpa's coming down this year and it might be his last. - Why Mom? You say that every time. - It seems that

recycler Dede le Kid garcon bouche Va deposer sa paie au guichet d'la BNP Mais le caissier mains en l'air Lui dit "Pitie! Prenez tout!" Et voila Dede