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Grandma Still Wears Denim

Grandma wears denim
and I don’t just mean
to festivals
or them button down
ankle length gowns
all the debutantes wear
nowadays ..
Grandma wears denim
and she’s proud
of those tiny black and
gold stars
temporarily pinned to
the brows
above those baby blue
eyes of hers ..
Grandma wears denim
with frayed
seams and the hems well
soaked
in patchouli, just like the
ends of her braids ..
Grandma don’t care though
she downs pints
and drops acid, just like she
always did
back in the good old days ..

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Marion

Ha ha...love this. This is a very accurate observation and I know several.grannies that fit exactly this description Nev...also grampas, not to mention many many grandaddy  bands. I myself may have been just such a character before recent events bid me like my bed more than life. Excellent...always enjoy  your writes x

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Being Me

Go Grandma!  Love this. It made me smile and think, "Go Grandma!"

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Neville

 She was always a bit of a party girl was our Grandma P .. :) 

Thank you Tina, I now feel well n truly spoilt by you this evening .. x

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