I remember my Great Grandpa Jackson well,
He was my absolute favorite, tongue would tell,
My Great Grandma called him Ray. 
“Ray Jackson,” she’d say 
and we’d all look his way 
to see what kind of mischief, he’d gotten into today. 
He was the one adult in my early young life,
Who’d talk to us like we were just regular folks.
He’d fought in the Big War, but told silly jokes,
and laughed li...

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