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Grandchildren
There are three of them, and now all are three
They are always close, yet so far away.
They all say "Gamma!" with a big smile when they see me.
One plays a joke and hides. Then comes running to me.
When I leave, they hug me and look very sad.
One held out his hand and said, "I come."
He and his sister have now come to gramma's house.
