Poem: Nana Pam
[1931 - 2019]
I knew Nana Pam my whole life. But I really got to know her the time she threw my cousin Ritchie out of his house.
He was about four or five. And he told her he hated everyone and wanted to run away.
Nana Pam didn’t believe in bluffs. So she packed enough stuff to keep him going and put it in a suitcase and had him at the front door before he…
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