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A poem by Scott Kelley at age 14
Who is like a grandma? I would like to know. A face filled with a smile. A head crowned with snow.
Her words are always kind, no matter what you do. And she always wants to help, as long as your heart is true.
Now, grandpa is a different breed. His bark is worse than his bite. If you ever catch him without his teeth, he’s really a funny sight!
But teeth don’t have anything to do with being very bright. Between the two you have quite a blend of humor, patience, and wisdom no end.