Streets of Granada
Streets of Granada love stories
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jakeodonohoe Community member
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My my miss Gracie The lights that trace thee

Streets of Granada

My my miss Gracie

The lights that trace thee

Your silhouette against the curtains

My summer love you caught me

And I thought with certainty

This was real.

We had bread beef beer and bagels

On the Spanish streets.

Under our fatherly mountains

My hands are tired from the skiing

Because I was never middle class enough to go.  

So with such happy memories

How can you be surprised with

my sadness?

Now Granada is impossible to enjoy.

All the paella has bone and gristle in it 

They have raised the price of the beer

I hold you personally responsible.

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