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by Mariane Holbrook
Grandpa liked tobacco
And he chewed it all his life,
In spite of all the protests
From his children and his wife.
He’d stretch out in the kitchen
On his cot so warm and snug,
Then he’d reach into his pocket
And he’d cut himself a plug.
All of us were very careful
When we’d visit Grandpa’s place;
Never mentioned Grandpa’s habit
Which we thought was a disgrace.
Grandpa tried to be real careful
Where he aimed the juice, you see,
So he kept the pan beneath the cot
Away from sis and me.
One day my sister gave a yell,
I never shall forget.
She’d stepped in Grandpa’s juice pan;
I can hear her screaming yet.
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