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When I get good enough I will stitch this poem I wrote for my granddaughter and my best dog
Now I lay me down to nap
I'd rather be in Quinlyn's lap
And if I wake and there's my plate
I hope it's filled with something great
Like table scraps and something smelly
For desert I'll chew your wellies
So thank you lord for all things splendid
I know that it is as you intended