My GRAND FATHER on my Fathers side.
Went blind at 90, died at 95.
Smoked 2 bags of rollies and drank a pint of Ole Grandad a day.
Could never find himself leaving the old world.
His House had a dirt floor
Separate from Lotties (Grand Ma's & His House in fine detail & fixins).
Every color of light inside and out.
Could spit out a match at 5 feet.
Even after He went blind!
Drive a splinter up yer ass if you crossed'm.
Was ONE MEAN, mother fucker.
Didn't squint nor parse words.
Stood upright!
Never a bad deal.
Corn Liquor too!
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