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Jul 30
Sweet sixteen, never being touched and just beginning to blossom.
Is a Sc. Sc. Scary place to be.
As I look upon my grand daughter's typing with such accuracy , that the roving eye can not keep track.
I am fla  fla  flabagasted as this modern technology, as it runs circle's around me.
Come gran, come there is a lesson or two you have to learn.
Touch, Hold,Paste, Send.
Once again gran.
Touch, Hold, Paste, Send.
So at sweet sixteen, there are some things, that are hard to grip.
So patience and perseverance is what I need.
To get a grip of this modern and ever changing world.
Written by
Laura
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