My great great grandfather gave me the
power of a bullet the strength of a cannon and made me as wild as a poppy.
Since the day I was born my skin was as brown as a warrior and my hair was as
crazy as a gooseberry bush. I will always remember my great great grandfather
the one who made me proud. He didn’t die in war he died by falling out of a hospital
window. I never got to meet my great great grandfather of course because I was
not even born but I can still be very proud.
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