Poem about my grandfather and me in Amityville (Remove filter)
A Patch Of Mint
While snippin' a pinch to steep in his kitch'
I'd suck on a leaf with a quizzical itch
Just a boy to play , with toys to fetch
I could'nt care less for herbs and cress
Now the house of Jim Hall grew mint for his tea
It grew the sweetest of nectar so close...
Sunday 7th August 2011 9:05 pm

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