Happy 100th, Grandpa (To Ole Twedt Hanson, my maternal grandfather, born 2 September, 1914) Nine years together Were hardly enough But I remember you Farmer Fisherman Norwegian American Most of all, I recall How you blew on your thumb And that blew up your bicep Cause it blew my mind I’m like you Fair-skinned and freckly I’m not like you Can’t build or fix a thing I work with souls, Not dirt I married an Ingrid Youd love our kids Anyway, its been quite a century And weve missed you these thirty years Its a brave new world, and I tweet for thee And I wonder If youd be proud of me
Posted on: Wed, 03 Sep 2014 11:29:38 +0000
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