Everytime we go to a parade, there are bagpipes. Everytime I see and hear the bagpipes, I think of my grandma (gram), she hates the sound of bagpipes. Hate may be a strong word, but she doesn't enjoy the sound. Consequently, I can never hear them without thinking of how much she wouldn't be enjoying the parade with them walking by :) I love you Gram :)
Over the river and through the woods to Arizona we go.
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