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A Graceland Picture

by Brooke Geren and her father

Through the long lines
And the hostile glares

We make it up to Elvis Presley's
Graceland stairs

Once there we weren't so sure But,
We huffed and puffed through The 70's [glamour]

This was a tourist trap if ever
There was a place

With all its rules they were
So easy to break

No flash, that's right

But guess what they've got
Cameras in the gift shop, so don't fight

They only cost 20 dollars for some non-
Flash fun because we can't have a flash or flick

So we finally got through this
All and Geren learned a new trick

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