My grandad
His gray hair spikes up like a thorn bush.
And his voice rumbles as he speaks too.
Normally all he talks to me about is golf
because he was a famous golf player.
They had a dog that we used to play catch with
but she passed away.
In the holidays he would take us to the beach
and we would jump of a little cliff into
a bunch of sand.
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