strange is it
how life takes you some days
and makes you remember things
that have been and now went
just now i thought of summer
remembering my old uncle denise
whom was no good a tennis
with his boler hat and big fat belly
he could even play
he never could do his top button up
on that or any other day
it was not his waight that killed him
it was all the whiskey
Aug 29, 2012
Aug 29, 2012 at 2:13 PM UTC
strange is it
how life takes you some days
and makes you remember things
that have been and now went
just now i thought of summer
remembering my old uncle denise
whom was no good a tennis
with his boler hat and big fat belly
he could even play
he never could do his top button up
on that or any other day
it was not his waight that killed him
it was all the whiskey
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