The poem "Grandma's Sweet Potatoe" wasnt posted right, so Imma post it again.
Grandma had that Sweet Potatoe
Pie like no otha.
Thanksgiving, Christmas,
even if full, you couldn't
resist it.
You'd take some home, to
share and eat later.
Just because Grandma stuck
both of her feet in it.
Grandma had that Sweet
Potatoe Pie like no otha.
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U can judge me because of what I wear,
but at the end of the day I still wear me.
U can judge me because of what I do,
but at the end of the day I still do me.
U can judge me because of what I have,
but at the end of the day I still have me.
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