Let me tell you something about my grandma.
She’s a witch you see.
Well, secretly.
She won’t tell any of us.
And if my mom and aunt know.
They don’t let on.
I just figured it out, really.
She’s great.
She’s an expert on herbs.
She’s definitely clairvoyant.
And her garden and green house are exquisite.
I wish she’d just tell us.
- Author: hannahMZ10 ( Offline)
- Published: September 1st, 2018 13:31
- Category: Unclassified
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