Uncle T
Uncle T. is grown old yet the angelic Robin Hood in many lives
His coffers are empty in his lifestyle of generosity
He brings wailing babies in this life to be merry
From the wealthy he earns his deservings
From the poor he takes their blessings
When they are happily blessed
Neither rob nor plunder
But earn and share
Peace and bliss
He abides by
His truthful
Soul
February 13, 2016
Sponsor: C. T.
*Uncle T., nearing 90, is a gynaecologist.
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