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Uncle Cleo Part Two

Swimming in dusty dirt, Speaking and singing crazily, Cursing at no one quite loud, Truely a sight for one to see... When I got married, and left, He'd live for years, With my wonderful parents, At their Queens house, Driving them slowly nuts, He could be quite a putz, And eventually, from Their house, They threw out this drunken louse..... But deep inside, He was good hearted, He just liked to numb the pain, He loved to hang out, With me and my friends, Over and over again... I miss that sweet nut, And the laughs he did bring, But life goes on, just another thing... Of the family, he's legend, And my eternal mimics of him, Have swelled his humorous aura... I'd guess up in Heaven he's smiling, Chuckling "Ho..ho...ho....!" Midst the angels with their harp, Maybe not so stupid, But surely not too sharp... I do pray he's smiling... As he really ought, Just a bad hand of cards, He was dealt, and was caught.. So "Uncle Cleo, a toast!" To you I will drink, You taught me a lot, Much more than you'd think!

Copyright © | Year Posted 2007




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