Valentine
Men may come and men may go
But none do I love like my Uncle Joe
He boosts my spirits and strokes my ego
He's my sweet patootie, Uncle Joe.
He tells me I'm beautiful every day
Even if, in reality, I'm in disarray
He prays for me nightly without fail
I know when he does, good things will prevail.
So, men may come and men may go
But none do I love like my Uncle Joe
He boosts my sprirts and strokes my ego
He's my sweet patootie, Uncle Joe.
Copyright © E.J. Smith | Year Posted 2011
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