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Dear, how can I forget thee?
When I was a little bee
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III In the village you were common To all even to a new born Each tree, each lane Knew you well dame. great
Dear, how can I forget thee? When I was a little bee You were old but a real flower Made me drink honey there.
Grandmother remains in memory ever. Her story telling during childhood comes in mind. Neatly penned tribute and memorial poem is shared here is interesting.10