Just Too Grand

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</>I suppose if I wanted, I could be a prude and standoffish. With a résumé to prove, In my life I've accomplished... What few can and could do. If... I chose to put my nose up in the air. And carried on with that kind of flair. My mother's father, Had been a leader of his own band. Appearing here and there and across the land. And for some reason then, I couldn't 'stand' him. He was just too grand! And those feelings were mutual. I just was not impressed. Today? I can understand why he was that way. And I hope he has forgiven me for saying, Whenever he telephoned to speak to my mom... 'Ma, some guy is on the phone claiming to be your father. You know... He of the George Frank Roberts Band.' ~That's 'your' grandfather.~ And I'm Sammy Davis, Junior. Dedicated to my grandfather: In Loving Memory George Frank Roberts, Englewood, New Jersey 'Love you, grand-daddy. Even though we had 'many' differences, of opinion.'

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